It feels like the atmosphere has grown a protective coat. A fur coat for the earth. I first noticed Snowfur™ when I was seven years old.
She handed me a mug of hot cocoa that was mostly marshmallows. We didn’t speak. We just watched the Snowfur™ erase the driveway, the rose bushes, the tire tracks from yesterday’s hurry. snowfur tm
Most snow is abrasive. It squeaks under your boots. It turns to gray curbside grime by noon the next day. But Snowfur™ is different. It gathers on the branches of the old oak tree not like a crust, but like a velvet drape. It piles on the hood of your parked car like a sleeping polar bear cub. It feels like the atmosphere has grown a protective coat