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I am trying to remember when I last saw the sun. Was it last Saturday? 2 weeks ago? Last month? A year ago? Snow, on the other hand is much easier:
Snow!
More snow!
The snow is never stopping!
I ran at the end of the day, and, yes, there was fog, and there was cloud, and there was snow on the ground, and there was snow on the trees, and there was snow in the air. Where there was moose tracks, there was snow in the moose tracks.
What was cool, however, was earlier: I went riding in the afternoon, and when I could get a look at the lower elevations over in west Laramie, it somehow looked quite odd. It snowed overnight, so that there was snow coating roofs, bushes, and colder parts of yards. But by mid-morning it had all melted off.
I had already decided I would ride over into west Laramie anyway, so that's the direction I headed. When I crested the overpass that goes over the railroad (the railroad goes north-south, and is the dividing line between Laramie and west Laramie), I was amazed. Everything and every place in west Laramie was coated in snow, and the sidewalks had been plowed. There was no snow in sight in Laramie behind me. And the railroad was the *exact* dividing line between snow and not-snow. It seemed entirely unnatural, and yet, there is was.
Definitely winter.