First snow of the season.

It's the silence of snow that coils peace through your veins. That first snow that tickles your face as it melts into your skin, you can't help but to hold your tongue out and catch a drop of this serenity. Your shoulders relax, your neck tilts back and you exhale into the bright white light that has turned the night into an endless reservoir of tranquility.

And then, you start the snowblower, get out the shovel and run to move the car from the street before the snowplow barrels down and entombs it.

F. Back to square one.