Regardless of outcome from the “storm of the century” it was a day when all non-essential personnel were told to just stay home. No planes carved white paths through the sky, no vehicles lumbered by on the road below. There is a silence to a snowstorm unlike any other. Birds flitted down to the feeders for sustenance but wasted no breath on song. It was a day for making snow angels,
rolling down tiny hills,
starting all over again,
and playing like no one was watching.
It was a day of changing light and shapes.
It was the day the world took off…