Greetings from a spot almost exactly halfway in between
Providence, Rhode Island, and Boston, Massachusetts,
as the proverbial crow flies.

The sun is shining,
the sky is cloudless blinding blue,
and a stiff icy wind is blowing flags and tree branches about.
And what is really blinding is the
I-don't-know-how-many-bleeping-inches of snow at ground level,
reflecting all that sunshine.

SNOW is a four-letter word in every sense of the word just now.

Thankfully the snow where I am/was
is mostly light powdery stuff.
Even the fluffy powder is a challenge
when the temperatures drop well below freezing, as they have done,
because that over-a-foot-of fluffy powder condenses into solid snow blocks.
The snowplowers have been up against this,
before, during, and long long after the storm itself. Ugh, Grayson.