We’ve been waiting, it seems, for decades until this winter should be over. Even the filth left by the melting snow of the last few days was welcome.

Today, I rushed out early to do my numerous errands because the National Weather Service was predicting snow. God help us. More snow. The morning was lovely. Over 40 degrees and with the promise that the raw earth would melt not long after the snow. By 3pm, it was snowing. Margot and I burrowed inside the house.

Two hours ago, thunder filled the air. The temperature has dropped more than twenty degrees. The wind has claimed the corridor of the street. It does not rattle the windows and doors. It roars its supremacy like an express engine on its track from Alberta to Oklahoma. Snow is piling on every ledge of window frame, grinding into the fabric of the screens. The air is white with snow. The woods, the streets, the neighboring houses, all fade into uncertainty in the face of so much energy.

This is not a storm. This is an elemental force.

Life is good.