![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
Sunday, February 20th, 1977
Weather is usually a fairly predictable thing. Except that it seems to have a mind of its own. And that's terribly dangerous. After the nice 'spring' of February, the weather turns cold again with temperatures reaching into the lows of 10F and even so low as to get below zero. The rain turns immediately into freezing sheets of ice that coat the ground and everything surrounding. Windows hold a new shine because the ice makes it hard to see out of. On top of the ice is several inches of snow followed by more snow and then even more snow. Goodbye Spring, hello six more weeks of winter. Bummer, man.
(Real life April 11th, 12th & 13th)
Weather is usually a fairly predictable thing. Except that it seems to have a mind of its own. And that's terribly dangerous. After the nice 'spring' of February, the weather turns cold again with temperatures reaching into the lows of 10F and even so low as to get below zero. The rain turns immediately into freezing sheets of ice that coat the ground and everything surrounding. Windows hold a new shine because the ice makes it hard to see out of. On top of the ice is several inches of snow followed by more snow and then even more snow. Goodbye Spring, hello six more weeks of winter. Bummer, man.
(Real life April 11th, 12th & 13th)