
I scanned the sky, holding my breath, waiting. A clammy draft met my face an inch from window. "I can't tell." I said, "Is it?" "No, I think that's ice rain." Keith said. I looked at the gray sky and saw nothing. I turned my head to the yellow streetlight hoping it would illuminate a few fluffy snowflakes. Instead, all I saw was spittle falling on a wet road. "Let's go anyway. We could use the fresh air. And perhaps it'll start while we're out." We bundled Ava in 4 layers, a hat, … [Read more...]


























