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From the 15th floor snow flurries seem like static on an epic TV screen. Flakes flutter and collide, fighting for their perfect flight to earth. Some are blown onto the window sill, slowly sizzle into nothing but a temporary dark spot, others are carried up into the sky by gusts of Chesapeake wind. Some land on cold car tops and Canton roof decks, others bring color to chilly cheeks. Soon the entire Baltimore landscape is lightly sprinkled white. Coworkers smile and watch our first winter scene. I roll my eyes and curse the creeping cars I will encounter on the drive home.
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC
A Perfect Flight
From the 15th floor snow flurries seem like static on an epic TV screen. Flakes flutter and collide, fighting for their perfect flight to earth. Some are blown onto the window sill, slowly sizzle into nothing but a temporary dark spot, others are carried up into the sky by gusts of Chesapeake wind. Some land on cold car tops and Canton roof decks, others bring color to chilly cheeks. Soon the entire Baltimore landscape is lightly sprinkled white. Coworkers smile and watch our first winter scene. I roll my eyes and curse the creeping cars I will encounter on the drive home.
stacy-del-gallo
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 9:36 AM UTC
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