Snow days

After a series of near misses, snow finally arrived in force. Nothing like Boston or the New England coast, but enough. And then a warm day to melt it all. It reminds me of the blizzard of ’79, which hit at the same time of year. Coming out from an Alvin Ailey dance concert that Sunday, we found a snowstorm under way. We drove slowly along streets already clogged with slippery clots of snow. Cold winds, tiny flakes descending in dense waves. All afternoon, all night. You could hear the wind nipping at the eaves in the top floor bedrooms of the four-story townhouse. Though the next day, Presidents’ Day, remained cold, by Tuesday, we walked around the neighborhoods in short sleeves as the temperature soared to something close to 70 degrees F. Now, plowed piles slowly ooze into streamlets down the streets while a constant percussion of melting drops tap out the day.

Shadows on the snowbank

Shadows on the snowbank

Reflection on a car

Reflection on a car


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s