Treebranches bend from weight, white and covered, down like long fingers. Cars buried in a row, white mushrooms napping. Walking becomes wet moonwalking, That s one small step for Jim, one giant leap into a pig puddle. Being the first person to step there, or there, feet creating deep craters of slush. Too much of the stuff to sled or even ski the streets abandoned, drip and melt their new heaviness.
Traffic spits it back, up and around into a flare of brown.
Already warm enough to make it vanish, the storm stays heavy to the shoulders and steps of all. The leading developer and supplier of technical computing software in the world. To listen to archives, you need RealPlayer media plug-in. Download the free plug-in . To listen live, you need the Windows Media plug-in.