Yesterday, Baltimore saw her first snow of the season coming down in big fluffy crystals. Most of it melted right away, and there certainly wasn't enough to stick to the ground, but a few cars parked all day did get a light dusting. Of course, I didn't manage to take a photo, not even on my cell phone.

Fortunately, Karl Merton Ferron, a Baltimore Sun photographer, did manage to get this shot in.

Last night around 1 AM before I went to bed I looked out the second story window of our rowhouse at the thermometer mounted outside. It read 25 degrees Fahrenheit. As in seven degrees below freezing. That's cold, for this time of year, around these parts.

The average low for the 21st of November is a nice warm 41 degrees. Of course, the record low was 22 degrees, set back in 1987. [ More details on this and other useless weather trivia here. ]

Looks like winter's coming early this year, or at least she's teasing us. More bone-chilling weather on the way. Hopefully big bushels of snow falling from the sky. Enough to bring the city to a standstill. Enough to bring the city to a hush. Enough for everyone to spend a few moments standing on their porches resplendent in the clean, frozen winter light.