As I lay in bed this morning, after the radio had come on, I listened to the list of school closures and could tell where the snow overnight had been heaviest. There were towns along the northern edge of the Olympic Peninsula and the northwestern most part of Washington, towns on the central coast just south of the Peninsula, and towns near the eastern end of the Columbia Gorge. The schools were open in our area. We had received only three inches of snow during the night.
I shoveled the driveway before going to work. The snow was powdery and light. It was easily scooped and pushed.
Watching the snow fall was one of my primary occupations through the afternoon as I worked at home with a computer on my lap. The snowfall was heavy and continuous, except for a 15 or 20 minutes near 3.00 pm when the snowstorm had a respite. After the break, the snowfall became heavier.
I looked forward to evening. Darkness is different during a snowfall. Light becomes caged between snowy ground and cloud-covered sky. Street light reflects from both snowy ground and cloud to create a curious luminescence. Unlike daylight, this snow light surrenders shadow, which makes it feel depth-less. To walk at night in snow light, as a heavy snow falls, is to enter a pointillistic landscape in which one’s vision softens. The snow, when as large as large as today, is dark, and it seems as if night itself has fractured and the darkness falls in flakes.