Coincidentally, the wind is also blowing. Like the snow. Our street:
And our porch:
Believe it or now, this got even wilder. (I did finally bring the plant inside, though. I’m not a murderer.) The bikes are now unrecognizable and the snow piles on the balcony are closer to one and a half to two feet high. Cars in our parking lot are covered to their roofs, with only patches of kayak cases or antennas peeking through. The snow in the lot is waist-deep, with drifts that go deeper.
I suppose I should be bitching, but isn’t it glorious?