Absolute deafening silence

Absolute deafening silence... during and after a moderate snowfall today January 19th, 2024, within Southeastern Pennsylvania and elsewhere across the Eastern Seaboard, whereby blanket of whiteness muffles sounds of civilization. I hate a spoiler alert regarding weather forecasters prediction, especially when meteorologist wannabe spouse doth blurt out impending blizzard which never materializes, thus no need for yours truly to exert himself shoveling and yet denying same to frolic and gamely flirt with Khione, the Greek goddess of snow, daughter of Boreas, god of the North Wind and Winter, and sister of Zethes and Calais. I feel humbled and enamored when Mother Nature singly and/or nsync with old man winter looses propensity to bestow majestic scene, when expanse of pure white individual ice crystals that grow while suspended in the atmosphere— usually within clouds— and then fall, accumulating on the ground, where they render further magic changes landscape into blanket of pure virgin whiteness; I fondly think back remembering '96 storm of the century. At that time January 1996 me and the missus while timesharing at Shawnee on the Delaware ardently, diligently, and persistently strived, yet unsuccessfully conceived Blizzard Baby. Now wife far beyond procreative age, (though nevertheless I wistfully envisage begetting another progeny - simultaneously stretching credulity to breaking point) all things considered exhaustion would peter out after capitulation of divining rod announced, ejaculated, and issued forth little squirt necessitating lifetime to recoup energy. Bound within figurative four walls of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile courtesy appreciable snowfall, I direct energy crafting poem. Yours truly will actually refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry - (plus he will be undergoing a colonoscopy five days hence and abstain eating fiber unless inclement weather determines otherwise) lest metabolism to digest food decreases potential alertness, and full belly finds me able, eager, ready and willing to lie supine, study the backs of my eyes and digest. "Mother Nature" commences to baptize spilling purity from sheltering overcast sky bajillion year celestial tureen while refulgent weak solar beams desperately massage tender shoots thawing frozen earth, where frigid cold icy sheen hermetically sealed, asper horizontal frozen walled in pond, Thoreau and thru, when skaters waltzed stealing lovers kisses unseen soon thaw melts pools of frozen precipitation all a buzz with feeding Gabriel donning primped orange coiffure trumpeting "NON FAKE" arrival herculean kickstarting powers unleashed since time immemorial worship, and/or sacrifices made to deities of webbed skein viz, animal and/or plant wide world rejoicing when harvest yielded cornucopia primitive, yet over keen superstitious shutterfly scattered bands of hominids plentitude linkedin to sugar daddy's favorite colored jelly bean benediction, and veneration rituals also included pagan dispensing prayers believing obeisance necessitated cyclopean appeasement lest death and destruction would rain purple pearl drop monsoon, traced to angry spirits subsequently drowning helpless prehistoric hygiene cleansed *****sapiens ancestors possessing gene and chromosomes latent within dormant flora lean fauna coming alive with the scent of fragrant bouquet while the hills burst with creativity healthy panacean liberating tentative "cabin fever" wrought by polar vortex, the spell of warm weather, a respite sunscreen applied to ward off deadly ultraviolet solar radiations something in magnitude bajillion extinctions obscene spate of lost species as seasons greetings witness hot untenable global warming affecting every calm serene nook and cranny incumbent to relish approximately twelve weeks of cold temperatures while sipping my ovaltine reminiscing about Lake Wobegon days recollected from fictitious boyhood, when snowfall covered roofs tops inconveniencing Rudolph, and his deer friends a teen nee tiny bit, and school cancellation necessitated state requirement resulting summer vacation shelving reading Pygmalion for Shaw!