Jan 29, 2004 14:27
I would truly hate to be a weatherman here in Hampton Roads. No matter what you predict, you're wrong. I checked the forecast last night - highs of mid 30s for the rest of the week and into the next. It's 46 degrees right now. Poor guys. I definitely feel for them...
I stood on the porch and listened to the snow and ice melting. It doesn't usually make a sound but the accumulation came from long falls of light snow and ice. What's on the ground is very porous and as it melts, it settles.
It's a quiet, continuous crackling sound, like bacon frying or TV snow.
It's beautiful.
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pen