Growing up in the middle of the snow belt, I saw this kind of thing on a regular basis. Sometimes, it would last weeks and my siblings and I would start to feel claustrophobic in our big, yellow brick farm house.

This tree line at my parents place was, for a while this afternoon, the end of our visibility. We have neighbours across the road we could no longer see.

Now that I’ve gone and become citified I miss snow storms.


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