There's no sign of it outside, other than the sky being all white. But no wonder they're so sure:
Pretty, isn't it? I never think of oranges and pinks together.
So me, I'm right at the bend in the highway in the county one to the west of Detroit's, where I'm glad to have milk, bread & toilet paper, the things people rush to hoard in Maryland whenever snow is expected, even an inch.
This has been your livejournal middle-of-the-night storm anticipation report for southeast Michigan.
