The forecast sounded ominous all last week. A fierce winter storm was projected to move through our area and power outages were expected. We replaced the generator we sold when we left the mountain West and stocked up on food and water just in case. While outages did happen further north, it was truly magical in our neck of the woods so we just ate our stash of snacks, watched movies, and laughed at the dogs diving through the snow.
I have always loved a snow day. As a child growing up in Wisconsin it was like winning the lottery. Before dawn we would sit glued to the television set watching the scrolling list of schools and government buildings closed, hoping to see the name that meant you got a whole day off to do whatever you liked. That usually meant curling up on the sofa with a bowl of cereal insulated from the world outside. Naps. TV. Playing with the dog outside. I still get a little rush when we have a reprieve from our usual routine and the world around us quiets in the hush of falling snow.
We have been hunkered down for three days now. There was two feet of snow on the deck last night. The neighbors finally made a path to the next closest plowed road. I expect ours will be cleared tomorrow. Then the temps are predicted to rise and it will all be gone again. In the meantime we were treated to the most beautiful blue skies today. There is nothing like the sky after a good snow.
White Noise
In all the world
There’s nothing like
The sound of falling snow –
The only noise
I’ve ever known
That makes the clocks move slow.
The only sound
That sweeps away
The din of city streets,
And wraps around,
In soft embrace,
’Most everyone it meets.
A sound that’s not
A sound at all –
A quiet, soft and dear,
That comforts all
The sleepy souls
Who sit, and watch, and hear.
~ Barbara Vance
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