Weather-Geeks

I like to sit outside and watch the wind pluck the snow from the ground to adorn the trees. I enjoy the sharp burst of burning cold as flurries sneak past my scarves and slap my neck, as if to say "I'm here," a greeting from the heavens. I love to sketch the sharp contrast of shorn branches reclothed in snow and ice and the weaker lines of light that illuminate them in the sky, I love the play of glistening snow and shadow that dance across the trees and snow and sky. I wish I lived further north where the aurora borealis paint the skies in ghostly green blue strokes of impermanent ink. I wish I could transpose the wind's aria so a sembl