Nifelheim here, normally temperate, the snow slides off and clings
to the dwellings, another Midwestern winter. White blankets and walls to infinity and beyond, appears that way.
The furnaces, oh the furnaces, heat bouncing off the ceiling, poor circulation, we hide under comfortable lap robes in outdated houses.
Snowflakes continue taunting, feels that way.
A train sings in the distance, karaoke of the Doppler effect in both directions. Stores dead for one or two days.
Chilly here but not unbearable with the constant faucet drip, drip, drip.
Silver lining here: marathon movies to fuzzy the idle mind.
Wait, real snow angels!