Events change, sometimes quickly, others take a bit of time. I remember a certain day that my youngest son, Chris, went up to our mountain property when he was about 6 years old. I had an old Caterpillar up there and I worked on it most of the day, while he played midst the boulders and rocks with his X-Men. As we returned home that afternoon coming down off the very steep four-wheel drive section of the road, a herd of deer came out of the forest and casually worked their way by us. We finished our descent and went home. I had worked the entire day in early March in a t-shirt, it was so very warm. About 9 P.M. our local Denver station announced that there was a high chance of snow for the evening. I stepped outside, and big white flakes were coming down in bucketfuls (we were about 70 miles north of Denver)! In the next 36 hours we received 48” of snow, taking out whole sections of power poles, closing highways for miles and snowing people into their cabins. Certainly not what the morning would have made you think.