White wings sweep from the roofs. White waves whip along the ground. Snowflakes fly horizontally then reverse to where they’ve come from. They swirl in circles and swarm in clouds like white insects. The very air is white. A foggy ocean makes a perpetual roar as it tosses the trees. This is the most violent snowstorm I have seen in my rainy Northwest.
Jack still wants his walks, but doesn't complain that they are short ones. The wind blows the snow off of us, except where it is caught in folds of my clothing. We are getting a taste of what the East and the Midwest has endured this winter. We know our rain and mild weather will return, though by the looks of this it may be a while.