11/25/10 squeaky-cold snow
It blows across your cheek as it falls, hard and small, little pellets like grains of sand, like mustard seeds but white. It stays fluffy, too airy and high, forms a crust on top as the freeze deepens. Sooner or later you need to leave for provisions, or to get gas or go to the post office. You step on it. Squeak. Another step. Squork. You get to the garage. Squorkety sqawkity squickety squinkety squack. You try to shovel it, but you need warmer gloves, so you go back inside. Is there any other noise in the universe like squeaky cold snow? It's like the snow has a voice and it's warning you that you need to go back inside, that it's too cold out for humans. It's the snow singing to you!