My world is monochrome. Snow falling at 2 to 5 inches per hour. Thunder and high winds and a dropping thermometer. How many inches have we gotten? I’d guess about eight, but all the drifting makes it difficult to tell. We shoveled. Three times or was it four? But you’d never guess. All for naught, drifted over by the new snow.
This is the world through glass. Because I’m not going anywhere until the snow stops!