Thick...the snow is coming down in thick drifts. Fast, flakes chasing each other in swirling, slanted, straight-down showers. So thick, so fast, the driveway disappears beneath the silent white blanket.
The deluge is quiet. Not a sound disturbs the eerie stillness...
...except for the washing machine that groans and whines its way, remarking the silent snow; and the television that squabbles elsewhere to highlight the falling snow; and a knock upon the door that heralds the driving snow.
I sit and watch the quiet storm, the large, fat flakes wrapped around the ordinary snow that builds, winter weather piling up outside my window.
The oil truck can't get up the driveway to deliver the oil to keep me warm as I watch the falling snow...and the tank is empty.
Let it snow!
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