The rooftops on my street were a glistening white. Icicles lined the edges. Drifts of heavy snow covered the ground and sidewalks, but it was still falling in a white out.

I saw somebody shoveling out her driveway. Her face was somewhat rosy. She wore a puffy jacket and a hat and gloves. I could see her breath like a fog as she panted in her efforts to clean off the powdery piles locking her car in.

I decided to stay home from work and use one of my sick days.