Those who know me well know I am a snow hater. I'll rephrase that: I dislike snow when it falls and sticks to the ground, causes havoc to roadways .and forces sidewalk, front porch, and back deck shoveling.
The above being said, I must admit to finding this past Wednesday's 45-minute snow squall both fascinating and lovely. Fascinating because, the moment I received the alert on my Smartphone about the impending squall, it started right thereafter, and it reminded me of the one and only time I drove in whiteout conditions. Lovely, because it was interesting watching the atmosphere outside the basement library window go from cloudy to cotton, hearing the wind howl and see the driving snow eventually totally blanket the airspace in white. Yes, it looked fascinating and lovely...from behind the screen window. I was "buried" in the basement library all day, churning out articles and doing phone interviews amid stacks of books as the world passed by, changed rapidly by Mother Nature. I was thankful that, on that particular day, I didn't have to drive anywhere for appointments, that I have a job that allows me election of when and where to work. This morning, as I type these words, it's a chilly 15 degrees outside, but sunny. Tomorrow the temperature will rise to near 50, and this upcoming Tuesday to just about 60. If only it can be that temperate year round. Still, the snow squall was an interesting to observe, and I wondered as it lingered how the sparrows in the side yard bush fared. Did they huddle together on branches to stay warm, take shelter perhaps under the many fallen, rusty leaves that fell from nearby trees to the ground this pass fall? Steve
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Steve Sears is a New Jersey based freelance writer
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