So why did 33 degrees with a wind chill of 22 degrees feel warm this morning? I woke up at 5:25, turned on the news to catch the weather and saw one of the reporters outside with snow coming down in the background. When I walked the dog at 5:40, the snow started to fall. They were calling for a dusting up to an inch - before 9 a.m. So I did the logical thing and left 10 minutes earlier than usual knowing that I would get to work before an inch of snow fell. It was a beautiful, peaceful commute with snow falling almost the entire time. The bike path and roads were fine but the bridges on the path were covered with snow. Why did I get excited when I saw the other bike tire tracks in the snow? Nice to know that there are other cyclists out there.