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"Birches in the Blizzard", oil, by Roxanne Steed |
3:48 p.m.
Winter
storm Nemo is making itself felt now, with four inches on the ground and winds
whipping the whitening trees around our house, and this means heroes of all
sorts are strapping on their compassion so they can come to the assistance of the
stranded and helpless. Police officers are preparing to provide assistance on
roads and in homes, and firefighters are readying themselves for rescues at an
instant’s notice. Skillful drivers of snowplows are already clearing and
sanding the streets, and are surely resigned to a sleepless night as the storm
worsens, with perhaps historic amounts of snow. All night, while Delycia and I
are cozy and warm in our bed, the storm will be blowing its best stuff, but the
officers and the firefighters and the snowplow stars will be out in the wild
whiteness, working so the rest of us can stay safe and at peace in our homes.
Tomorrow
will be a time for shoveling, and for sending
thanks to those heroes who helped make Nemo perhaps just a magnificent storm instead
of a disastrous one.
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