Feathery Snow

​I walked out of the office Friday afternoon to find big, feathery snow flakes filling the sky and half an inch of fluffy snow piled on my bike. It wasn't just on the broad surface of the seat. Tenacious mounds were collecting on the fenders, frame, handlebars, and even the gear shifter. Riding through it on my way home from the train station was an adventure. Forward motion was like flying through a star field in a space movie. Flakes pelted my face with soft dabs, and occasionally one would find its way into my collar and hit with a cold kiss. 

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Naturally, I had to make a stop in Horton Park to delight in the snow piled on every surface, from tree branches to blades of grass. Most of the delicate, airy flakes melted as soon as they hit the sidewalk. But the cold insulation of leaves formed platforms for pillowy piles.

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