Much like a living thing, snow has a city cycle and while birth is a celebration to hold, death can be harsh and ugly. Even dead, it leaves reminders until the residue is washed away. I used to be saddened, but the city expectancy is two days, three max. It can get interesting. While death lurks just inches below, there can be brand new baby snow hiding the ugliness, but in doing so becomes infected itself and deteriorates earlier than it otherwise would have. Ultimately the impurities are flushed and it’s water to water, just as it is with dust. The net zero sum game provided spectacular visual images and gave us a blanket that while not warm is what we think of when we think of a blanket. 
Ralph Braseth 