It all went very quiet for a Saturday night last evening. Around ten I got off my butt and looked out of the side window to find the threatened snow had ceased threatening! It was falling all night, small flakes drizzling down but to thin to be caught in the picture.
I crossed the park trudging through almost six inches of snow (although the weather folk always talk in centimeters now for some reason!). Not much if you are in Canada but a lot for this neck of the woods. Naturally the world has ceased to operate so it is kind of lucky this is a Sunday. If this is not cleared by Monday there will be massive disruption, the media full of dire warnings, late buses, trains, and hospitals full of people falling over. Which reminds me I am on the train at ten tomorrow, or maybe not as the case may be. Two dogs were in the park this morning and in spite of the snow one insisted on chasing a stick which it could not find in the depth of the snow!
The bustling town centre early in the morning. It is probably not much better at bustling tonight.
The entire atmosphere changes in these conditions, for a start it was warmer than the past two days when there was no snow, and all sound is softened by the snow, all except the cries of the fallen of course.
By the morning it is possible that all this will be nothing but mush of course.
The News Biscuit sums it up very well