Oceanshaft

First snowfall this year came swiftly, not creeping in under the cover of autumn's leave, but gusting and blowing and announcing winter's landfall. To think it was a late winter, then the mecury dropped and first snow falled. In visible quantities too, flaunting itself in whirling dance beneath the streetlights. Will this year see mornings where all is white? Anticipation comes with snow's first fall, a settling down of twinkling lights, first arrivals paving winter's path.

Late winter, early snow, what next?