I left on Friday morning and, surprisingly, the flight was not very crowded. I had the entire group of three seats to myself. So I scooted over to the window seat before we began our descent, and I got some pictures of downtown Chicago.
When we left the restaurant it had begun to snow. By the next morning there was a light blanket of white on the ground.
I returned home on Monday evening. By that time, the white stuff had melted. However, shortly before boarding the plane back to Cleveland, it began to snow once again. We sat in the plane for at least an hour while awaiting our turn for the plane to be de-iced.
I finally arrived in Cleveland, later than scheduled. There was no snow, but this morning I awoke to a wintry scene. There isn't enough snow to bother with the snow blower... at least not yet.