The world is strangely silent tonight.
Despite a main highway, there’s been little traffic, and not just because of the holiday. The world is taking a breath as a winter storm moves in.
Snow began falling a little while ago. The back walk, which had been cleared since the last snowfall, now has a quarter of an inch of accumulation. The road, illuminated by a streetlamp, looks uniformly white.
No one’s quite sure what this storm will bring, though tomorrow may reach the low 40s. We may get an inch of snow, topped by sleet and ice. We may get almost no snow, but an inch of ice. The forecasts have no consensus.
Nonetheless, I’ll take the quiet. It’s peaceful.
The way winter should be.