Snow + Home

March 25, a Saturday in Wisconsin. 4-6 inches of heavy wet snow. The trees are coated, at the right angle blending themselves into the snow cap roofs behind them. It lacks the stillness of Portland. The world here does not inhale and wait. There is a singular mass exhale and everyone picks up to keep moving. The wind blows. The powder dances through the air as a wish does, trying to find the place to grant its purpose.