But the clouds are stretched too thin. Whatever snow may come won’t make it until tonight, at the earliest. As it is, it looks like the sun is burning weakly, spreading a thin smoke across the sky. Still behind the black hills, the smudge-pots are sending more clouds our way.
(Reno, Nevada) From behind the black hills a cool sun sends forth dark minions to blot out the sky before the gathering storm. Hope quails in our hearts… but there’s also a secret glee. High-piled snow is a joyous thing.