In the night I woke up to silence. I looked out my bedroom window and saw snow sky. Snow sky is pinkish white, more white than pink. It’s a reflection of street lights on falling snow. It means it’s really snowing. I went back to sleep thinking, “Snow sky!!!!” I woke up again, and saw snow sky, still there. Even with these warnings, I was surprised to wake up to falling snow and 12 inches of heavy wet wonder waiting for me to shovel.
It’s not langlauf snow — way too heavy and only a couple degrees from slush — but Bear and I will take it.
The electricity went off and on from 2 until 9 am. The local hospital and all its clinics has closed because of the snow and the unreliable power. I had no Internet and didn’t care. I can imagine all the little pores of air between the fragments of soil going, “Ahhhhh,” as this snow melts into them.