The hours between 4a.m. and 6a.m. were looking like peak hours for flurries. I ate my breakfast and headed out on my long run somewhere around 5:30 hoping to catch a glimpse. This is what I saw.
My street was not only covered in snow, it was being threatened by some daunting storm clouds.
Heading up Lincoln Blvd. to the Golden Gate Bridge -- stopping to pack some snowballs along the way.
Sutro Tower barely holding its own against the storm. (Okay, so maybe something did come from those clouds, but I'm not convinced it happened here.)
Seriously though, the closest thing to snow was the frost on my hat after my run. 33-degree temperatures + a little sweat will do that, and, snow or no snow, I actually enjoyed bundling up and running in the cold early this morning.
Here's hoping the rest of you are staying safe in this unusual weather!