The First Snow

The magical first snow of the season has finally begun. White streaks are falling from the gray night sky, glistening in the glow of the street lights. The hazy, dream-like air. Christmas decorations look better with a backdrop of snow.

It’s been about 280 days since it snowed last. A new record. A record that dates back to the 1880s.

I doubt we are going to get buried in the stuff or even have enough to shovel in the morning. Maybe we will. You never know with snow. I can remember having snow up to the top of our privacy fence and walking right over the top like it was nothing. And sledding. And snow fights. Burrowing out igloos / forts in huge drifts. Kinda warm and cozy deep inside those homemade snow caves. And magical. Just like the timid flakes tonight.

Gonna pour a rum and coke in a bit and enjoy the winter weather. And memories.

I might write later, but SNL is new tonight, so that may not happen. I am excited about my WIP, my third novel, “The Carousel in the Sky”. It’s dark fantasy, as apposed to my normal straight out horror works. I am about 35k into it. This one has been a lot of fun to write.

At any rate: Let it snow!

How much snow have you had this year?

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3 thoughts on “The First Snow

  1. Bummer it all turned to rain. We got our first significant snow of the year today. I’m glad to see it for the sake of my daughter, but with our commute, I’m never really happy with the snow.

    Fortunately, we have another day or so before we have to deal with it, and by then, the interstate should be clear.

    Hope it comes back and piles up for you.

    -Paul

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