I traveled with the north wind up to the Bering Strait

[sovay]

There are clumps of snow dropping out of the sky. We’re not talking snowflakes here. They’re finger-sized, they fit in a cupped palm. They land heavily. The air isn't white: it's blotting paper. Maybe this is what a snowpocalypse looks like.

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[sovay]

I hope you can still travel. If you do, at least you won't die on our front walk, which we attacked with hot water and hammers.

I haven't heard that my flight's been canceled; at last look, JetBlue was still on time. I plan to see you on Saturday.

(Hammers? Good God.)