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Wednesday, November 06, 2002 Once again, it snowed all morning. Started sometime before daylight, continued without let-up, though at varying intensities. Right now there's anywhere from 2-4 inches on the ground, more in open sections, less near the house and trees. The view to the north has consisted of snow and mist all morning long, the mist sometimes pooling in lower areas, probably combining with wood smoke from the few local chimneys. Snow and mist. This is, I think, the earliest winter I've ever experienced. Not just the advancing cold season bringing spells of hard weather now and then, but the real item, settled in early and making its presence felt. The local weather folks claim things will ease up by the end of the week -- we'll see. Meanwhile, between the weather and me focusing my days on wrapping up the novel I've been working on [see journal entries for May 24, June 15, 13 & 22 August], life here has narrowed down, gotten a bit insular. Hence my continuing amazed commentary on, er, the weather in recent entries. Boring, I know, but this is a lot of what recent existence here has consisted of. If the gray, snowy days don't ease up before I'm out of here on Dec. 1, I'll be extremely, wildly happy to find myself in Madrid again. Even happier than I would normally be, which is saying something. It gets cold there in December, but it's a kinder, gentler kind od winter. More reasonable, not given to inflicting days of snow on the locals. Not even given to the occasional day of snow. Unless you head north toward the Pyrenees – they get pelted plenty up there. Later today I'll head out to Montpelier for an hour of Spanish conversation and Thai food. The change will feel just fine. In the meantime, the hours coast by, the snow continues to fall. rws 1:02 PM [+]
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