Our local newspaper has described today's snowstorm pretty accurately as coming "with a quick, heavy thud" (and that is also, by the way, uncharacteristically imaginative writing for them). When I checked the weather site online this morning, there was a white crescent moon of storm just about to circle the Twin Cities. At noon, you literally crossed the street from no precipitation right into a curtain of snow. One estimate in the last 7 hours is 6 inches, a very fast 1 inch an hour.
At the Literacy Center this morning, there was a lot of complaining about the storm and my lunch companion muttered "I make no bones about hating winter at this time of year." But here's how I see it: We live in Minnesota and have to make peace with winter temps until late March. I would rather see fresh, white snow than a gray frozen landscape. And storms like today have a certain "event" quality. We ditch our plans for the evening and let the wind and snow gently remind us to slow down just a bit.
