W,S

Winter Snow. A blanket of snow has fallen from the sky it's a tapestry perfect pure white. It's covered the roof tops, bushes and trees and everything within its sight. It must have fallen from dusk to dawn with no evidence of it to cease. It's a relentless sky dropping flakes from on high as the earth is clothed in a blanket of peace. Two foot of snow has fallen and there's news there is more to come. I can only sit and wonder how deep it will be before it is done. I wonder how long I'll be trapped in my home a week, a month I fear. Then I hear on the news by this time next week the roads will once again be clear.