Snow, and then; Fog

Yesterday Saint John was a brownish place- very little snow was on the ground and it was a pretty bleak day. Saint John is on the coast of the bay of Fundy, so it isn't right on the Atlantic ocean, we're at the mouth of the bay, so it's close, but it does provide the city with some interesting weather.


The sky is always huge- big clouds racing overhead in the winter crashing into the warmer air over the bay. When it isn't foggy. Right now the fog is making it impossible to see across the valley between West Saint John and Lancaster.

I love it!


So last night, 12 hours after I arrived it begins to snow. Large white flakes that will stay (hopefully) until Christmas.

My folks are thrilled to see me; I cooked lin·gui·ne for them last night with Alfredo sauce and managed to find a bakery that made a decent baguette. Coffee is always a problem- I should have brought my stove top espresso maker.

And most stores sell Dunhill cigarettes now- which I am glad of.