The snow changed to rain later on at night, and though I got in 10 laps of cross-country skiing in the backyard track—praise be for as early a start to the XC season I can remember—fog, mist, and warmth took a good deal of the white blanket. There was no possibility of doing laps this morning and no need to put on the snowshoes to explore the woods: waterproof boots were fine. One thing was clear in the early light, and that was the strong and steady gale from the not-quite-winter-storm had stripped many of the hardwoods bare. Even the Beeches, the youngsters of which hold onto their foliage until March, gave up most of their dry and shriveled leaves. What's left of the snowpack is now covered in tan and brown.