I like a good blizzard. For one thing, it works nicely as a traffic-calming device. A big storm can also serve as a bit of relief from all the troubles we are facing, whether personal, or in the community, or the country, or the world. It’s a calling card from the planet, a reminder of the awesomeness of nature.
From the get-go, of course, we are scurrying around with heavy machinery to clear the roadways for our automobiles. Even now, past midnight, with the moon waning gibbous directly over Mt. Beacon, I hear the incessant beeping of the loader every time it goes in reverse as it clears out the new municipal lot down by the creek. Still, wading through a blanket of white up to your knees is kind of wonderful. At least until you must dig out the car.
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