Winter in New England

White swirling snow, soft fuzzy flakes with a scorpion's sting.

Pitch black driving to work, pitch black driving home.

Drifting snow, growing taller than the window sills.

Gray and white days, the world's collective breath visible as the lungs work a little harder.

Crunchy snow, grinding plows, stranded cars.

It's a brittle world under this blanket of white, red noses, hacking coughs and a chill that's hard to shake.

Winter in New England. It's not as pretty as the postcard.

Comments

[Cyn]

Nice imagery!
I grew up in NE--CT to be precise--I know exactly of what you speak.
Hang in there buddy, only erm, two more months of this.

[Dan]

Summer can't come fast enough!