Two days ago I walked down a muddy driveway onto a mushy gravel road, reveling in the glory of a January thaw. I live in Minne-snow-ta, where we’ve been spoiled absolutely rotten this year. We hit 40 degrees (F) this past weekend. I thought I’d jumped a month forward in time; it was March weather. Glorious!
Those infamous weather people have been warning about a “big” storm heading our way. Big, of course, is a matter of perspective. In my area, the last “big” snowstorm dumped all of 3″ on us about a month ago. This one, they said, would double that. Maybe even triple it if you live in the southeast corner of the state.
Even though the weather gurus said the storm wouldn’t reach us until lunch time, school was canceled (I thought for a minute I was out East–it’s a pretty preemptive strike for MN). I thought they’d at least go through noon, but we haven’t used any snow days yet this year. I went to work early (a 45-minute commute on a good day) and figured I’d head out before the storm reached home base.
Have you ever watched the National Weather Service radar? It’s great. I watched the storm creep ever closer to home, and wouldn’t you know it, those weather gurus were right on the money for timing. Before the radar echo hit home base, I left work (with my boss’ blessing and a promise to finish up the day’s work from home). What a nice drive–no, seriously. I saw no snow falling at all until I was about 10 miles from home. Snow slithered in ribbons across the road, but the visibility wasn’t bad. I thought the school surely could’ve gone at least half a day. I thought maybe I was being a little too cautious by leaving work when I did. I could’ve stayed another half hour, right?
Then I got about 8 miles from home base.
Have you ever seen a fog bank, where the fog is more wall than cloud? Now, imagine driving into it, but wind-wrangled snow instead of fog. Those last 8 miles assured me I’d made the right decision to leave work when I did. Had I waited another half hour, the conditions would’ve gone from “not too bad yet” to “this sucks”.
We’ve gotten about 3″ so far, I think. Anyway, I finished up work for the day, and now I’m playing catch up. This post is late, I’ve got a dozen or more posts from blogs I follow to catch up on, and I’m almost done tweaking my manuscript. Then back to my WIP.
I like snowstorms, as long as I don’t have to drive in them. They’re a great muse, quite soothing in the hypnotic paths of falling snow and hushed sound. I think I’ll break out a cup of cocoa and watch the storm for a few minutes. Yes, that sounds lovely.