Thursday, February 7, 2013

Not Much Snow Here

A few weeks ago I woke up wondering why it was so quiet; usually by 6am the traffic on the autoroute is pretty noisy, and the first bus has arrived in front of the apartment. But everything was muffled, and if there were cars moving on the main road they were going slowly, and the bus hadn't made it up the hill to Parc Grandmont yet, and the snow was falling in big flakes, and the crows and magpies were complaining croakily in the trees across the street. There wasn't much snow all told, and it was mostly melted by the end of the day, but it was nice while it lasted. Of course, I didn't have to go anywhere in particular, so that might have been why I enjoyed it more than some people. My roommate, who has a job delivering frozen foods to many of the small villages around the area, was less than enchanted.

The snow built up to oh, at least an inch on the top of the railing outside my window. As the day wore on, it started to melt, and icicles formed along the bottom. Eventually the weight of the snow on the top caused the cuff of snow-and-icicle to rotate around the railing, and the icicles ended up pointing up for an hour or so until critical melt mass was achieved and it all fell down into the parking lot.

And of course the neighborhood kids were out shrieking and running around, though things got pretty slushy fairly quickly. I think there isn't a lot of snowfall in this river valley, and even the thinnest layer tempts the snowperson constructors. There might be snow this weekend, but from the forecast it doesn't look like it will amount to much. I've a concert to go to on Sunday (Saint-Saëns' "Danse Macabre" and a cello concerto, Dvorak's 8th) so if it melts again I won't be too upset, but a quiet Sunday morning enjoying being inside while watching the snow fall outside would be fine.

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