It's mid-morning, and I am watching from the window of my prison cell, staring wide-eyed at what looks like a wall of falling snow...
A major blizzard has struck the East Coast. It started snowing yesterday, and it has yet to stop. I would estimate, as well, that approximately ten to twelve inches has fallen thus far, while a fierce wind makes it appear as if it is snowing harder than it already is.
I'm watching at what must surely be millions of snowflakes spinning around in circles. The courtyard beneath my window looks like a whirlpool of white powder as these shiny flakes whirl and twirl and gyrate like an army of dervish dancers. Each flake looks as if it's alive, and they're hypnotic to watch.
I could spend hours viewing this display of natural beauty and raw powder. The wind is howling continuously. I could feel its strength as it beats against the outer cinder block wall of this building. It is no doubt a storm of huge proportions, and it may continue well in to the night.
D.B.
I'm watching at what must surely be millions of snowflakes spinning around in circles. The courtyard beneath my window looks like a whirlpool of white powder as these shiny flakes whirl and twirl and gyrate like an army of dervish dancers. Each flake looks as if it's alive, and they're hypnotic to watch.
I could spend hours viewing this display of natural beauty and raw powder. The wind is howling continuously. I could feel its strength as it beats against the outer cinder block wall of this building. It is no doubt a storm of huge proportions, and it may continue well in to the night.
D.B.
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