The ice crystals felt like broken glass on my face so I turned my back to the wind. The drifts were 4 feet deep, up to my thighs, and I waded through to reach the snow scoop. I scooped the snow off the deck, dumping it in the backyard. The wind picked it up and spread it back on the deck.
The snow came sideways, up the hill. It felt like the North Pole, with the wind blasting cold and full of snow. The wind scoured the roofs clean, dumping snow in front of doors and finding tiny cracks around storm windows- filling windows with snow and glazing the surface with a kaleidoscope of lacy crystals.
The snow came sideways, up the hill. It felt like the North Pole, with the wind blasting cold and full of snow. The wind scoured the roofs clean, dumping snow in front of doors and finding tiny cracks around storm windows- filling windows with snow and glazing the surface with a kaleidoscope of lacy crystals.
