[NON BLOG] Morning Snow
Jan. 19th, 2005 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rfmcdonaldThe previous month and a half of snowfall, in the end, didn't leave any enduring legacies on the streets. The snow melted first into ice, then slush, then water then ran obligingly down the gutters into the sewers.
As I closed the front door at seven o'clock in the morning, the snow was falling heavily, in lighty and fluffy flakes falling almost horizontally. I didn't appreciate the sight really until I got to the bus shelter on the south side of Queen Street, opposite the Drake Hotel, and saw the snow illuminated by the street lines, almost drifting instead of falling, parallel to the power lines.
By now, the snow has all fallen and condensed into the damp wet sort of snow that's too wet to form snowballs but quite wet enough to soak your boats as you trudge on the sidewalk.
Even so, just for a moment early in the morning, that snow's ancestral flakes were beautiful.
As I closed the front door at seven o'clock in the morning, the snow was falling heavily, in lighty and fluffy flakes falling almost horizontally. I didn't appreciate the sight really until I got to the bus shelter on the south side of Queen Street, opposite the Drake Hotel, and saw the snow illuminated by the street lines, almost drifting instead of falling, parallel to the power lines.
By now, the snow has all fallen and condensed into the damp wet sort of snow that's too wet to form snowballs but quite wet enough to soak your boats as you trudge on the sidewalk.
Even so, just for a moment early in the morning, that snow's ancestral flakes were beautiful.
