Symphonic Snowfall

There is a symphony in every storm. A composition whose first notes ring cacophonous before its true consonance becomes clear. Like all good arrangements, there is the soft boom of a bassline. The whumping beat of a plow blade bullying its way through window glass to find a listener and let them know it’s time to awake. Over the bass comes drums. Sharp snares of swift footfalls serve up a staccato rhythm running over bedroom floors and out doors towards …