Webbready

Two weeks after the sky cast mounds of white flakes on the ground, the melting process is finally in earnest. Icicles, which have dangled perilously off the edges of roofs, are beginning to crash and the snow that painted rooftops white has slid off many houses. The streets themselves are now reasonably clear, if not due to plowing or salting, but due to the bright sun which shines its harsh light on the snow, causing it to liquefy and fade.

In contrast to the Blizzard of 1993, when the immense snowfall seemed to fade too quickly for its size, the more recent fallen snow persisted in a way to burn itself into my adult memory. My eyes had gotten so used to seeing the white stuff, that I was beginning to forget what the actual ground looked like. To be fair, I still rely on memory for that, as much of the snow still rests upon sidewalks, steps, and lawns that had never been introduced to shovels. The thaw is far from complete, but now the piles of snow are beginning to darken and shrink. The white power on the ground has become dimpled and wrinkled, and the trees drop their burdens of snow and swing their bare limbs in liberty.

Winter is undergoing contractions, as soon, spring will be born.