fallen thus, and yet there was no accumulation. “Where does the snow go?” I wondered aloud. It’s too cold to melt and yet there is no sign of it on the ground. “Perhaps it is the same five or six flakes accompanying me down the road.”
crunched on gravel as I pulled to a stop in front of the office. Peeling paint and tarnished metal were the main decorating elements of a motel that had started out cheep and gone down hill from there.