“In terms of human impact, the Superstorm of 1993 was more significant than most landfalling hurricanes or tornado outbreaks and ranks among the deadliest and most costly weather events of the 20th century,” — National Weather Service.

I think Los Angeles got all of Hartford’s missing flakes.

Meanwhile, Denver is expecting more snow Wednesday night, to last through until Friday.

“85 here in Jax today.”
Don’t rub it in!

It rewards being read aloud.
________

A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.

I really like that change in sound you described. It too is one of my favorite things about stepping outside after an appreciable snowfall. The song I posted @ 2:47 somehow captures that, musically.

Do you know Elinor Wylie’s poem, “Velvet Shoes”? It’s about what you call “the quality of absolute quiet that would descend with a steady snowfall”:

Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.

I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as white cow’s milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.

[We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.]

We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.

Here is a musical setting of Wylie’s poem– the stanza in brackets was omitted from the choral version:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0k-4dRP-kQ&ab_channel=KarenBock

I hope you enjoy it.

They officially recorded 0.4″ of snow on or around 1/31, though I sure didn’t see it. Then last night there was some snow that didn’t really stick (except to cars and maybe grass in the parks), but seems to be officially around 2″. I believe the record low total for a winter is 2.8″, so we might not break that.