whoosh

Another dusting of snow last night. Snow is starting to pile up along roadsides and in parking lots. Supposedly the eskimos have 100 words for snow. I don't have that many, but I have a few. The quality of the snow on my windshield changes from day to day. Sometimes it's crusted on. Sometimes  it slides of like a fried egg from a teflon pan. Sometimes it rests lightly on the top of the car, like powdered sugar or talcum powder. It blows away in a whoosh when I start down the road.