It's been snowing fast since a little bit before 1100.
At around 1530, I realized that I had to go and get the mail, so I decided to use the time to wander around a little bit.
The ducks don't seem to be minding it too much.
It's important to know when you've had enough.
Irish Coffee is probably just the thing. But I'm too impatient. I'll be drinking the Bushmill's straight out of the bottle.