I have been told that I am a weather witch, a purveyor of the elements. Strange weather events take place where ever we live. Somehow I maneuver the climate. Like the blizzard that blew into Colorado Springs last evening through this morning…
The winds blew hard, battering the north side of the house. Boards creaked and groaned as the upstairs part of the house swayed in the wind.
Snow flew sideways down the road. The cold winds of autumn blew the early snow into drifts deep enough to swallow a man.
Great clumps of cold, wet snow filled the glass on the windows making it impossible to see outside. A dark gloom settled within the house.
Hard icy pellets of snow battered the back door.
The wind blew harder, burying everything in its path in a silent white death. Ice daggers hung from the shutters on the house.
Suddenly, the sky…
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