What's the Forecast?

The cloud lingers low over our river, what does the forecast hold?  During this little respite I know that the temperature is plummeting and and the snow is rumored to be moving in overnight.   Tomorrow it may be whiter and lighter... we wait with bated breath.

Whilst I worry about the weather I read a text from a friend,  their dad, a man I have known all my life is very poorly and in their words the end is near for him.  It doesn't really matter what the weather does, does it?

George's question marks seem apt tonight.