It's that time of year again, as the first snow flurries come tumbling, tumbling down.
Sometimes it can come down so hard that the rumbling sounds on the roof drown out every other sound in the whole house. As if I am lying inside of this cardboard house which is vibrating at a subtle and redundant frequency.
[Then it stops]
The greyish underside of the thickish blanket first sticking and then sliding down the slanted windows...
...revealing the new kind of whiteness outside which looks good.