Braving the Strom

[stevenpiziks]

A few minutes ago, I bundled up and went tromping around in the Great January Blizzard of '11.  The snow rushed sideways, darting around the houses.  My footprints vanished moments after I made them.  The wind flung a steady stream of snow into my face and stung my eyes.  Trees appeared and disappeared in the near distance like monsters in a howling mist.  I shouted, but the wind shredded the sounds.

It was a relief to stomp back into the house.