No Bus Today

 Last Saturday night the snow started. On Sunday it changed to alternating freezing rain and sleet. For most of the day, that tiny, icy crystalline sound tapped at the windows. Now we have learned a new word for what was left behind: snowcrete. That’s what you get when a thick later of ice tops several inches of snow. Neighbors worked with tools as varied as flat coal shovels and pick axes to slowly dig out cars and walkways. When the plows finally began to scrape the streets, they shoved the snowcrete onto driveways and sidewalks. The bus stop is not accessible yet. It’s blocked by snowcrete boulders that remain sturdy in this subfreezing weather. At night, our side yard shimmers in the moonlight, ready for rabbits and foxes to skate on it while we sleep.