The warnings were almost apocalyptic last Tuesday morning: “Almost a foot of snow!” “Blowing!” “Drifting” “Treacherous roads!” “White out conditions!” Although the world was calm and lovely, trees coated in hoarfrost, valleys distant and dreamlike under their spell, local meteorologists were adamant that the peace was only temporary. The world was holding its breath, waiting for a monster of a snowstorm.
Unsurprisingly, faced with such dire predictions (as well as the knowledge that, in this mild year, no school days had yet been lost to snow), almost every school in the region preemptively cancelled school.
For several hours, children rejoiced and adults grumbled at the snow-less snow day. Then, around noon (right on schedule), the snow began. For an hour or so, the foreboding predictions came true: The snow tumbled down in almost opaque sheets. As Sage and I walked Court down our road, it was so thick that we couldn’t see the neighbors’ houses.
Jacob’s horses, most of which are normally brown, quickly turned white.
Fortunately, we forged our way through the rest of our walk, and Sage quickly recovered from his battle with the elements.
The snow soon tapered off, and the monster storm lost its monstrosity, yielding a convenient but oddly disappointing 4 or 5 inches (as opposed to the forecast 8-12) in our area. School was delayed by two hours the following day as plows finished scouring the back roads, but otherwise, life went on as normal.
The monster had been de-fanged.