There is snow on the ground outside; it’s been there for a while now. When the rain started hardening a couple of nights ago, I didn’t think it would stick, but I underestimated it, like I always do. I failed to realize that this wasn’t a pre-winter warmup chill, but was simply Winter, arriving on a wind that scraped over the city like a razor. And now yards are dusted white, a layer of ice pasting down unraked leaves, trapping them in cryogenic suspension until Spring comes to melt them down into mulch.

For those of you lucky enough to have missed it, Minnesota Stories can give you a taste of what this year’s first snow was like.