I woke up this morning about 4:30 a.m. wanting a glass of water. Looked over at the clock saw its red-lit digits flashing, which indicates a power outage has occurred. As I walked to the kitchen, I noticed a lot more light coming in through the curtained windows than the porchlight accounts for. At the window over the kitchen sink, I pushed the sink curtain aside with the thumb of my right hand and looked out to see that about two or three inches of snow had fallen.
Worship service at the Flatiron was cancelled, so I spent the morning lazily accomplishing nothing. I did get out in the late morning and snapped a few pictures.