Not one flake swirling, perhaps it passed us by.
In the tiny kitchen, I put on the kettle, and while that came to a boil, measured freshly ground coffee into the Bodum, and put away dishes that were dry in the rack.
Then I went into the livingroom and opened the curtains of five windows.
Between opening the curtains on the one side of the apartment and the other, not five minutes apart, the kettle still coming to a boil, the sky was swirling with blinding snow.
The storm moves with a sharp line across the horizon.
Walking my dog, snow pants, coat collar covering cheeks, only my eyes exposed, the lashing snow stings my eyelids.
In the park, the dog and I chasing each other, there is a lone man in a large navy blue parka and khaki pants.
His arms swirl slowly, one after the other, like warm Pacific ocean waves rolling. His body sways.
In the squalling storm he is gently performing tai chi.
When I pass and smile and say he looks beautiful, those oceanic movements, he says, "A storm is a great time to practice. In Halifax, a whole group of us did tai chi during snow storms."
The store where I bought that nylon coat is gone and it's extremely hard to find 4-paw, underbelly-covered coats for mid- to large-sized dogs and so this one is patched with copious amounts of duct tape inside which holds it together! If she doesn't wear it when there's packing snow hundreds of little balls of snow stick to her fur and cause her to shiver and then I have to bath her carefully at home to melt them off.
Keesha looks a bit like a red rocket chewing on a stick, but you can see the tai chi gentleman in the distance.
