Eventful morning before work the other month:

I’m up having coffee in my dining room, and I can see one and then a second snowflake slowly drift down in front of my house.

And, like twenty minutes later, it’s totally flurries, and when I set out to bike in to the subway stop to go go into work, the wind is like blowing right into my face and I have to turn my head to the side to keep making headway, and I think about hopping off my bike and walking the rest of the way to the stop, though that would make me late for work.