Snowstorm
In a flash, Dresden has been transformed into a winter wonderland. I didn’t see it coming. It was sunny and crispily mild this morn when I stepped out into the garden to take a shower.
I didn’t put on a sweater or bring a winter hat when I left the house a good hour and a half before class began. I stopped at a bakery and had lunch.
I saw the first flakes come down with mild interest. As I ate my steak with red cabbage and potatoes, I studied two stickers on the wall. They were jelly-filled sugared donoughts with arms, legs and faces. The man JD says “I’m hot for ya!” and the lady tells us curtly, “I’m a sweety”. I looked back out the window and the snow was coming down so densely you couldn’t see the houses across the street.
On the way to the classroom I briefly lost my sense of direction in the blizzard of ought 3.
It was over about as fast as it began, leaving the whole town looking like a fairytale landscape.