I woke up this morning and immediately recognized "The Look".
You know "The Look". The icy, milky look in clouds that can only suggest the presence of ice crystals - the look that almost causes snow shovels to grow feet and salt grains to excite themselves with potential work prospects - the combination of these icy clouds against barren trees creates the excitement for winter weather that only a weather lover would know.
However daunting it was this morning, it was a fantasy. The temperature profiles had risen just enough to prevent the precipitation to fall as frozen precipitation. What could have been some delicious eye candy proved only to be a dampening light rain creating drear instead of beauty.
Though it ruined my hopes for the stray mixed flake - it wasn't to be - it let me know the arrival of winter's breath is certainly not far at all from this moment in time.
