Tossed Left, Tossed Right, SettleWe have been teased with spring. The weather turned lovely and sunny and wet, if only for a moment: groundhogs regardless, the season shudders retrograde. It's snowing again.
It's a good one. There is a breath of movement in the air, and the flakes are big and fat, dancing as they gently drop. They are reft one way, then tumble back in clouds. When they touch ground, they pile up to form a carpet that gives for a satisfying compaction under the foot.
It dampens everything. Large noises struggle muted in the distance, and the small pings and hums of the modern world melt away in the soft, clotted air. They have not been out to salt yet, and the roads are tracked white: cars shuffle by slowly with only the gentle noise of crumpling snow.
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