Against all our optimistic hopes it seems that our small part of the world will receive the first snowfall of the winter over the next twenty-four hours. Not that much. Perhaps an inch or three. Very seasonal, given that it is January on Long Island. Of course the snow will fall on the wrong day, for no child or teenager wants snow at a weekend. And it will melt very quickly, for which the birds will be grateful. All in all a mere passing shower.