The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow

[sovay]

In recent years, I feel we have been promised many blizzards, snowpocalypses, and Fimbulvetrs that never quite made the grade: blew out to sea, slumped off into freezing rain, deposited an entirely normal amount of snow for a New England winter storm and moved on with their lives. Especially as the forecasts and warnings threw around (admittedly delightful) meteorological buzzwords like "bombogenesis," I was prepared for snow, but not lots of it.

It was snowing last night as we watched Here We Go Again (1942). It was snowing last night as we watched Zazie dans le métro (1960). It was snowing last night as we went to bed and I read Josephine Tey's The Franchise Affair (1948). Sometimes it was snowing vertically. It looked very impressive, sleeting sideways by in the sodium streetlight. It was snowing when we woke up.

This isn't the second coming of the Blizzard of '78, but there's a respectable two feet of snow in the drifts down there and I foresee lots of shoveling in my future. I can live with that.

Comments

[umadoshi]

Our ratio of predicted to actual snowfall tends to vary quite a lot (I think part of it is that Halifax just doesn't tend to get hit as hard as other parts of the province, and pre-storm talk doesn't account for that other than actual forecasts?), but for some reason this time I really felt like we were going to get a whole bunch and lose power and all.

I'm just as pleased that in practice we got a respectable but not alarming amount and have retained power, but I also feel vaguely let down, despite not being unhappy.

I'm glad you got an amount that pleases you!