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that faint sensation of loss
All over Facebook it’s snowing. Friends flung far and wide — as far as Alaska, as wide as Texas — report that their small corners of the planet have been socked away under pretty diamondy coverlets of snow. In Reno, G. is slipping away from work in the middle of the day to skate down mountains. Wherever Whistler is, that’s where my sister has been roasting beside a fireplace while her husband freezes on ski lifts. Mars is white in the sky, a winter wonderland just a few billion miles out of reach. And here in the middle, there’s a small nip on the breeze, there’s some scattered rain dampening the parking lots, but there isn’t anything like snow.
Nothing like snow at all.
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December 10th, 2009 at 3:35 pm
We had a flurry of small flakes a few days ago. Not enough to call it “snow.” Yet, it’s dipped to 7 degrees each of the past 3 nights and what little “snow” there was - still is…