It's the big storm.
It stole in during the wee hours, when we were asleep.
Quietly the snow dusted everything. Then the big, wet snowflakes fell, still silent for awhile.
The wind kicked up, just a little, but still the snow was quiet.
Cold, I stole up the stairs and lay under the comforter on the bed. Calming warmth.
Later I woke to the not unpleasant sound of snowblowers working to recover the world. The gentle bleat of the plow backing into driveways becomes rhythmic to the melody of the blowers, and the gentle percussion of shovels touching pavement.
Winter is upon us.
Next: the deep freeze.
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