Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The storm may have been a bust in New York City, but it's behaving as advertised here. The winds feel hurricane-force; the tiny icy snowflakes whip into my face like porcupine quills. On the road, visibility is close to zero, and that's while I'm standing still. Anyone who tries to drive in this storm is either an idiot or desperate. I have no idea how much accumulation we'll get. Even now the drifting is considerable, and it's only been snowing since dawn.

You're not looking at camera blur here. You're looking at snow. The air is so full that I could almost mistake the flakes for smoke.

The wind in the trees sounds like a train.

Anna suggests that we should shovel now.

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