Soft to the touch, I reach back and fall down

[sovay]

It is snowing on our street! Lightly, vaguely, and in the damp way where it turns to meltwater as soon as it touches street or steps or car hoods, but I believe it to be our first snow of the year. I can't pretend our planet isn't on fire, but I appreciate that at least some of the seasons are still trying to feel like themselves.

I feel awful but appear to be writing fiction, slowly, for the first time in months. It's not necessarily relevant, but I like this digital painting: "Lament of my Second Heart." Also I will have to listen to this album, since it was inspired by Le Guin's Gethen: Gavilán Rayna Russom's The Envoy (2019).

Comments

[gwynnega]

Yay snow and fiction writing! I hope you feel better soon. (Predictably, I now have snow envy.)

[sovay]

Yay snow and fiction writing! I hope you feel better soon.

Thank you!

(Predictably, I now have snow envy.)

Does it snow where you are? Or do you just get the other half of the Robert Frost ice-and-fire?

[gwynnega]

Snow here is so uncommon as to be considered a freak event. (I have never experienced a snowfall in my life, though I have seen blobs of snow on the ground when driving to Las Vegas in winter.) Hail is a lot more common here. Occasionally we'll get graupel.

[sovay]

Hail is a lot more common here. Occasionally we'll get graupel.

Wow. We do not often get graupel or hail.