Been solidly snowing for a few days now.
The local council only came out to salt the road and dig out the paths, today. We are due blizzard conditions again within the next few hours, and no
one seems to want to suggest an end point for this particular arctic blast. Of course, for me, this is music upon the ear, because there is nothing I
enjoy more, from a weather perspective, than being out in the frozen fist of winter, being crushed by it and consumed by it. But others are not having
such a good time of it, with treacherous walking and driving conditions being the norm at the moment.
I am, as it stands, one of the only people in my locality whose movements have not been restricted by the weather situation. Despite the fact that
the council came out to dig the pathways and salt the road on this, a semi-commercial, semi-residential street, most of the purely residential roads
have not been gritted, nor their footpaths cleared in any way. This means that pretty much everyone except me, will be unable to enter or leave my
corner of the world, until these snows retreat. In some ways, this is unfortunate, since I hate to think of anyone being so helpless. But on the
other, it also means that the streets, for as long as this weather lasts, belong to me entirely, that I will be the only one to walk them, the only
one to see them in their pristine, snow covered glory, or to crunch a path of footprints into the snow that has fallen on them.
Icicles a meter in length hang from the edges of the roof of the building opposite mine, thick ice covers the ground in many places, when the winds
come, they cut the weak and the unprepared to the quick.
This weather is costing my business, damaging the economy locally, has the potential to harm people and property... But God help me, I love it so.
edit on 1-3-2018 by TrueBrit because: (no reason given)