This snow is good for making snowmen, but perfection never lasts long. Under the street lights the large, fluffy flakes make grey shadows like moths, casting patterns on the ground below– now perfect and blank as a movie screen.
It’s quiet in the city. There’s not enough for the plows just yet, but slippery for cars. There’s people out walking, people waiting for the bus. Walking North I’m facing into the snow, but on the way back I can really see the white sparkle and colored lights.
It’s mild and calm. The temperature is right on the line between rain and snow. We may wake up to white and fluffy, or grey and slushy, or hard and frozen. That’s why I took these pix tonight, tomorrow is anyone’s guess.