You know that old saw about how the Eskimos have all those different words for different snows? I figure they’re mostly about how the snow makes them feel…
There are Happy Snows, that drift softly to the ground like goosefeathers and leave the landscape looking all soft and pure.
There are Christmas Snows, that can brighten the souls of the Scroogy-est individuals, and Spring Snows that make the ski resorts clap with glee. There are bright, dry Diamond Dust snows that catch the slightest bit of light and turn a simple walk into magical fairyland.
Then, there’s what we got yesterday…Angry Snow.
It began in the early morning. Tiny, sharp flakes, blown in on a Witch’s-Breath wind. Lots of them. But the ground was warm; even on the grass, they melted instantly.
This made it Angrier Snow.
All day long it came down, sometimes mixing with rain, sometimes with ice.
All day long, it made no progress. And grew angrier still…
When darkness and the temperatures began to fall, the Angry Snow began to get its way. All night long it fell, and the Witch’s-Breath wind became a howling gale, crowing in triumph.
As I write this, at 8:15 on Friday morning, the snow is still falling, and the Witch is still cackling, as though they’ve won the war. They don’t realize how short-lived their victory will be…
Spring will come. It always does.