Valentine's Day Blizzard

A fresh foot or more of snow descended upon Central Maine on Valentine's Day. In the morning, it fell quietly and rapidly in white swirling flakes. I looked out the window, admiring the millions and billions of flakes plummeting to the ground, noiselessly, and thought to myself, "did someone look out a similar wintry window and coin the term white noise?" It turns out after a glance at the wikipedia entry on white noise, my supposition was way off base, there is actual noise involved, but I still like the metaphor.

As the day progressed, the storm evolved into a blizzard. An icy wind tapped the window with sleet and freezing rain. From serene and peaceful to noisy and turbulent: howling winds, plows scraping, shovels digging. A perfect day to sit inside, drinking hot cocoa, reading, watching the flakes fall from the sky.