It doesn’t typically snow in Houston, in fact it’s been about 9-10 years since the last time it snowed. I woke up Friday morning to the ground, trees, cars and rooftops covered in a white powder. Surely this was not Houston.
The snow was beautiful while it lasted. Within a few hours of the sky brightening up, the snow had melted, as if it were just a mirage. Many of my students had played in it before coming to school, for they had never seen real snow. It’s times like this that I appreciate Houston giving us all a once in a lifetime memory to share.