26.2.18 The week's first snowfall
It's been a strange day of muttered portents and grumbled warnings. The first snow flurries fell more like ash than snow, settling in dry clumps and sticking to coats and eyelashes. Most folk are expecting a burying later this week and the same conversation was being played out everywhere I went, all eyes dark and pointed skywards.
"I heard that..." and, "the forecast said..." I edged in and out of it as I moved about my day. Community centre, local shop, school playground. The same words delivered gravely from different, chapped faces, all buttoned up to the nines; the same barked dismissals from those determined to stand apart. "What a fuss" and, "it'll all come to nothing, just you mind," back and forth.
The only thing anyone seemed able to agree on was that it was damn cold, and in that, in the end, there was at least some peace.