There was something about this unexpected, super blanket of snow that made me want to rush out and snap a few pictures.
When I got outside at around six thirty, it was still snowing, but that hadn't stopped a few of my neighbours from going out to scope out the weather or walk their dogs.
The dogs loved it.
Shortly before eight, the snow stopped and the guys decided to go outside to see if they could get the truck unburied.
A number of others from the building were outside as well, shovelling and joking and trading news and stories about the snow; which roads were open, which weren't, whose vehicles were stuck where, what the weather forcast had to say about it all. Apparently, our mayor was on breakfast television this morning, and has declared a 'snow emergency.' Seems a little dramatic to me, but I haven't tried to drive anywhere, so what do I know?
After a while, a few people started a walk to the main road, to see if it had been plowed or not. I went along to take some more pictures.
This is where I want to be today. Inside. But it sounds like people are already starting to dig out of the mess. The plow has been by and the boys made it into work successfully. I might even make it into work myself by the afternoon. But it's been interesting. There's nothing like a snow day to bring everyone together a bit, be it the common joy at the beauty of it, or the shared drudgery of digging out or just a collective sense of awe at what mother nature can hit us with when she feels like it.
