Cara grew up in Texas (Houston, not Austin). And since it’s never cold there (and often hotter than hell, I’m told) she never really got to experience snow when she was a kid. Except for the one time that there was a big hail storm that dropped enough ice to make it look like it snowed. There is a picture of Cara as a little kid with socks on her hands as mittens (she didn’t own any, she didn’t need them!), looking really happy and playing in the Texas version of snow.

Last week, Cara sent me a link to this story of a Freak Hailstorm in Keyna, which made her think of that experience. The pictures are awesome. To this day, Cara says that she loves living in the northeast because of the snow – to someone who grows up only in the oppressive heat, it’s magical.