March 1, 2009

It is snowing with no signs of stopping. Soft and feathery snow thickly blanketing the ground. Visibility is low. The wind blows. Everything is gray. A person covered in many layers of clothing walks by with their dog. The snow drifts high against the fence. There is no noise. No cars go by. No birds. No squirrels. No honking geese. The swings on the playground next door do not swing because their bottoms rest on the snow. Icicles hang from the porch. The snowflakes are small, Before they can be examined closely they reach the ground and disappear into anonymity amongst their fellow flakes.