Wind-born leaves blew around spiraling up,
tree-tops swayed back and forth severely.
The skies quickly changed from blue to grey
and the temperature plummeted quickly.
We down below watching all this began to sup
trying to ignore changes happening randomly
or so it seemed. The stacks of Autumn's hay
even began to shift! Our skin felt prickly.
Old Man Winter was about to show us all what
living in central Colorado was really about.
Soon the snow would be flying, wolves crying,
children cheering (no school for a few days),
and certain adults breaking out Scotch and Pot.
After all, it was legal here! We heard a shout
over the howling winds that sounded like dying.
It was over to the West under setting Sun rays.
We never found out what that shouting was about,
but in its direction were towering black clouds.
The storm front was nearly here and cold set in.
Grandpa threw some more wood on the warm fire
and began to tell stories containing some doubt
like he usually did at special times for crowds.
When storms started, we all came together as kin
here at the old homestead if the situation was dire.
And this was going to be dire! Expected snowfall
of twenty-five inches or more with high killer
winds cutting off visibility in several Counties.
The storm would last three days they all said.
If things got too bad we would run down the hall
and open the trap door down to the storm cellar.
Built decades ago and stocked since the Sixties
with canned foods and painted strangely all in red.
We all started putting our sweaters on one by one
as the cold seeped in forced by the strong frigid wind.
The noise of its howling drowned out normal conversation!
Shivering we all crowded closer to the fire and came round
together as a close family tends to do. Daughter and son,
husband and wife, grandparent and babies would send
songs of thanksgiving soon up to the skies as demonstration
of their faith in God keeping all safe and sound.
Christmas was nigh and luckily we kids were all off for vacation.
But we were scared despite the camaraderie of family and friends!
This was going to be a whopper of a storm and at that moment
it hit with a sudden darkening and feeling of cold-driven dread.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the room and condensation
quickly formed on the windows, to become frost before the winds.
Even more fear and wonder began to form in our minds and foment.
Of course, inevitably, "The worst storm ever!" it was later said.
Four days later, having all survived, we began to try to dig out.
The doors and windows were blocked with snow but fire we still had.
Grandpa had laid in plenty of firewood. Food was plentiful too.
However, the electricity had gone out days ago and the fridge was off.
Shovels and picks in hand, we attacked the snow like a demon's rout!
Snow flying through the air, the younger kids were soon very glad
and began throwing snowballs and building forts. It was all we could do
to not fall over with exhaustion. The way was cleared like a trough.
That was years ago and just a strong memory now. I paused for effect
and coughed. That was my sign for someone to bring me another beer.
My story had everyone seemingly enthralled although some seemed skeptical.
Well, the Blizzard of Twenty Fifteen was like that. Hard to believe...
Marty the crazy uncle wandered in just then and said he had wrecked
his favorite old truck earlier that day and now was on foot. A tear
of laughter ran down my face as I noticed the lens missing from his spectacle.
We all began to sing and sing as, after all, it was Christmas Eve!
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mindbringer, 11 December 2015
mindbringer, 11 December 2015----------------------------------------------We all began to sing and sing as, after all, it was Christmas Eve!of laughter ran down my face as I noticed the lens missing from his spectacle.his favorite old truck earlier that day and now was on foot. A tearMarty the crazy uncle wandered in just then and said he had wreckedWell, the Blizzard of Twenty Fifteen was like that. Hard to believe...My story had everyone seemingly enthralled although some seemed skeptical.and coughed. That was my sign for someone to bring me another beer.That was years ago and just a strong memory now. I paused for effectto not fall over with exhaustion. The way was cleared like a trough.and began throwing snowballs and building forts. It was all we could doSnow flying through the air, the younger kids were soon very gladShovels and picks in hand, we attacked the snow like a demon's rout!However, the electricity had gone out days ago and the fridge was off.Grandpa had laid in plenty of firewood. Food was plentiful too.The doors and windows were blocked with snow but fire we still had.Four days later, having all survived, we began to try to dig out.even more fear and wonder. "The worst storm ever!" it was said.quickly formed on the windows, to become frost and fomentThe air seemed to be sucked out of the room and condensationit hit with a sudden darkening and feeling of cold-driven dread.This was going to be a whopper of a storm and at that momentBut we were scared despite the camraderie of family and friends!Christmas was nigh and luckily we kids were all off for vacation.of their faith in God keeping all safe and sound.songs of thanksgiving soon up to the skies as demonstrationhusband and wife, grandparent and babies would sendtogether as a close family tends to do. Daughter and son,Shivering we all crowded closer to the fire and came roundThe noise of its howling drowned out normal conversation!as the cold seeped in forced by the strong frigid wind.We all started putting our sweaters on one by onewith canned foods and painted strangely all in red.Built decades ago and stocked since the Sixtiesand open the trap door down to the storm cellar.If things got too bad we would run down the hallThe storm would last three days they all said.winds cutting off visibility in several Counties.of twenty-five inches or more with high killerAnd this was going to be dire! Expected snowfallhere at the old homestead if the situation was dire.When storms started, we all came together as kinlike he usually did at special times for crowds.and began to tell stories containing some doubtGrandpa threw some more wood on the warm fireThe storm front was nearly here and cold set in.but in its direction were towering black clouds.We never found out what that shouting was about,It was over to the West under setting Sun rays.over the howling winds that sounded like dying.After all, it was legal here! We heard a shoutand certain adults breaking out Scotch and Pot.children cheering (no school for a few days),Soon the snow would be flying, wolves crying,living in central Colorado was really about.Old Man Winter was about to show us all whateven began to shift! Our skin felt prickly.or so it seemed. The stacks of Autumn's haytrying to ignore changes happening randomlyWe down below watching all this began to supand the temperature plummeted quickly.The skies quickly changed from blue to greytree-tops swayed back and forth severely.Wind-born leaves blew around spiraling up,
tree-tops swayed back and forth severely.
The skies quickly changed from blue to grey
and the temperature plummeted quickly.
We down below watching all this began to sup
trying to ignore changes happening randomly
or so it seemed. The stacks of Autumn's hay
even began to shift! Our skin felt prickly.
Old Man Winter was about to show us all what
living in central Colorado was really about.
Soon the snow would be flying, wolves crying,
children cheering (no school for a few days),
and certain adults breaking out Scotch and Pot.
After all, it was legal here! We heard a shout
over the howling winds that sounded like dying.
It was over to the West under setting Sun rays.
We never found out what that shouting was about,
but in its direction were towering black clouds.
The storm front was nearly here and cold set in.
Grandpa threw some more wood on the warm fire
and began to tell stories containing some doubt
like he usually did at special times for crowds.
When storms started, we all came together as kin
here at the old homestead if the situation was dire.
And this was going to be dire! Expected snowfall
of twenty-five inches or more with high killer
winds cutting off visibility in several Counties.
The storm would last three days they all said.
If things got too bad we would run down the hall
and open the trap door down to the storm cellar.
Built decades ago and stocked since the Sixties
with canned foods and painted strangely all in red.
We all started putting our sweaters on one by one
as the cold seeped in forced by the strong frigid wind.
The noise of its howling drowned out normal conversation!
Shivering we all crowded closer to the fire and came round
together as a close family tends to do. Daughter and son,
husband and wife, grandparent and babies would send
songs of thanksgiving soon up to the skies as demonstration
of their faith in God keeping all safe and sound.
Christmas was nigh and luckily we kids were all off for vacation.
But we were scared despite the camaraderie of family and friends!
This was going to be a whopper of a storm and at that moment
it hit with a sudden darkening and feeling of cold-driven dread.
The air seemed to be sucked out of the room and condensation
quickly formed on the windows, to become frost before the winds.
Even more fear and wonder began to form in our minds and foment.
Of course, inevitably, "The worst storm ever!" it was later said.
Four days later, having all survived, we began to try to dig out.
The doors and windows were blocked with snow but fire we still had.
Grandpa had laid in plenty of firewood. Food was plentiful too.
However, the electricity had gone out days ago and the fridge was off.
Shovels and picks in hand, we attacked the snow like a demon's rout!
Snow flying through the air, the younger kids were soon very glad
and began throwing snowballs and building forts. It was all we could do
to not fall over with exhaustion. The way was cleared like a trough.
That was years ago and just a strong memory now. I paused for effect
and coughed. That was my sign for someone to bring me another beer.
My story had everyone seemingly enthralled although some seemed skeptical.
Well, the Blizzard of Twenty Fifteen was like that. Hard to believe...
Marty the crazy uncle wandered in just then and said he had wrecked
his favorite old truck earlier that day and now was on foot. A tear
of laughter ran down my face as I noticed the lens missing from his spectacle.
We all began to sing and sing as, after all, it was Christmas Eve!
----------------------------------------------
mindbringer, 11 December 2015
mindbringer, 11 December 2015----------------------------------------------We all began to sing and sing as, after all, it was Christmas Eve!of laughter ran down my face as I noticed the lens missing from his spectacle.his favorite old truck earlier that day and now was on foot. A tearMarty the crazy uncle wandered in just then and said he had wreckedWell, the Blizzard of Twenty Fifteen was like that. Hard to believe...My story had everyone seemingly enthralled although some seemed skeptical.and coughed. That was my sign for someone to bring me another beer.That was years ago and just a strong memory now. I paused for effectto not fall over with exhaustion. The way was cleared like a trough.and began throwing snowballs and building forts. It was all we could doSnow flying through the air, the younger kids were soon very gladShovels and picks in hand, we attacked the snow like a demon's rout!However, the electricity had gone out days ago and the fridge was off.Grandpa had laid in plenty of firewood. Food was plentiful too.The doors and windows were blocked with snow but fire we still had.Four days later, having all survived, we began to try to dig out.even more fear and wonder. "The worst storm ever!" it was said.quickly formed on the windows, to become frost and fomentThe air seemed to be sucked out of the room and condensationit hit with a sudden darkening and feeling of cold-driven dread.This was going to be a whopper of a storm and at that momentBut we were scared despite the camraderie of family and friends!Christmas was nigh and luckily we kids were all off for vacation.of their faith in God keeping all safe and sound.songs of thanksgiving soon up to the skies as demonstrationhusband and wife, grandparent and babies would sendtogether as a close family tends to do. Daughter and son,Shivering we all crowded closer to the fire and came roundThe noise of its howling drowned out normal conversation!as the cold seeped in forced by the strong frigid wind.We all started putting our sweaters on one by onewith canned foods and painted strangely all in red.Built decades ago and stocked since the Sixtiesand open the trap door down to the storm cellar.If things got too bad we would run down the hallThe storm would last three days they all said.winds cutting off visibility in several Counties.of twenty-five inches or more with high killerAnd this was going to be dire! Expected snowfallhere at the old homestead if the situation was dire.When storms started, we all came together as kinlike he usually did at special times for crowds.and began to tell stories containing some doubtGrandpa threw some more wood on the warm fireThe storm front was nearly here and cold set in.but in its direction were towering black clouds.We never found out what that shouting was about,It was over to the West under setting Sun rays.over the howling winds that sounded like dying.After all, it was legal here! We heard a shoutand certain adults breaking out Scotch and Pot.children cheering (no school for a few days),Soon the snow would be flying, wolves crying,living in central Colorado was really about.Old Man Winter was about to show us all whateven began to shift! Our skin felt prickly.or so it seemed. The stacks of Autumn's haytrying to ignore changes happening randomlyWe down below watching all this began to supand the temperature plummeted quickly.The skies quickly changed from blue to greytree-tops swayed back and forth severely.Wind-born leaves blew around spiraling up,
