It Just Snows to Show

Yesterday's snowfalls. All kinds of snow. Beginning in the wee hours and crusty on top by the time I awoke, at six.

The snow was wetter than the snow from three days before. Or it could have melted slightly after it fell and, like a creme brûlée, grown a crust when the temperature dropped. Then there's the afternoon snow, which fell wet and coaster-sized and on top of the old snow, sticking to my shovel like porridge. I have been shovelling snow for over a half-century and never have I known snows like these.

The snows that fall, the snows that land, and what the temperature does to snow while it lies there. But snow is not the issue here, only a symptom. The issue is this unusual shifting within the daily temperature cycle. Too erratic to call it a pattern. We're all going to die.