Cold Blanket

February snowfall in New York City.

At one point in the morning the snow fell fast and furiously; it was both more and less than what I thought it would be. Cold and wet, heavy, they said. A beautiful, white frosting on all the surfaces. It was the most snow we've had in 746 days. By afternoon it stopped falling, and what had accumulated began to melt and fall off the trees in clumps, leaving the trees bare - marring what had been a pristine white blanket.