Yesterday began with that dusting. Then, snow mist and freezing fog.
The ride home from work was surreal, with the wind swirling clouds of that snow mist in the headlights. It looked like the smokey wraithes that rise off of dry ice. The roads were solid ice. The bus commute was two and a half hours--probably one of the shortest rides in the region--and I missed the Billy Collins reading.
The winds continued to drift the snow, so a few inches was sculpted into peaks and swoops, like a meringue.
This morning, I'll be staying put, working from home, with a cat on my legs.
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It was so beautiful, especially when the wind had its way with the very cold snow. I am so glad I took my kids out for a sled ride in it. Magical.
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