"About seven this morning, I awoke to a still, closed-in day. Lead-colored
clouds hung low and the mercury stood at 29 degrees F. The smell of snow was
in the air when I walked for the morning papers. The sky seemed weighted
down, pressed low, with a myriad unborn flakes. A few fell slowly, turning
and drifting down in the hushed, unmoving air." - January 22 (1952?) entry
in
Edwin Way Teale's "Circle of the Seasons"

I'm tempted to turn the page to see how it will look tomorrow, but I'll
wait.

fdp

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