My first Big Winter – and it’s a doozy.
By now, everyone understands this is a serious storm made more serious by man’s need to move about. How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?
The snow is really coming down. A thousand miles of storms.
On the way down, the snow seems to murmur: Be quiet. Be still. Enjoy. And at first, we obey. The city stops and smiles in awe as we watch the big, fat snowflakes cover all of outdoors.
Tonight, the wind is light. And the aerial ballet is all grace and beauty. Snowflakes fall at random. They swirl, they plunge, they glide. Without pattern the flakes pile up on everything. Good and bad alike.
Gradually, the city mutters back to business. But even the sound of the snow blower seems muffled. And the skree of the shovel, too, as it digs down to separate the snow from the sidewalk. Yet, the scrunch of a boot sounds sharp in the winter air. Tires on passing cars roll the sound even longer. Scruuuuuuuunnnnnncccchhhh. Be warm. Be safe.
Merry Christmas, y’all.