I traveled with the north wind up to the Bering Strait
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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I don't know why I didn't recognize it. I read so much Seuss as a child.