I am awoken (What now?!)
by roaring outside
rasping, growling, rushing creature.
Oh, damn, I think, as I return to sleep.
The plow.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Haha! Interesting perspective from a resident of a country with snow equipment. That’s funnyβ it’s the sounds of morning plows which sometimes alert you to the fact it’s even snowed? And you just lay there and it gets cleared upβ ha!
All chaos breaks loose here by comparison π .
And sometimes I’m driving home and see streaks on the road, which tells me “Oh, there is snow in the forecast!” because the streaks indicate the trucks have been out putting beet brine on the roads to melt the snow that hasn’t fallen yet. π
Haha! Well, I guess that happens here with them putting salt grit down, but it’s muuuch less predictable. It’s basically pointless looking at any weather forecasts here lol.
We have the damn leaf blowers blasting. What I find amazing is the way my dreams try to take the sound in and use it, thereby enabling me to stay asleep. The other day an old fashioned steam train was shaking the rails…