“My mother used to tell me stories about snowstorms from when she was a little girl. She said afterward you’d always hear that someone got lost coming home and froze to death. Or fell through the ice and drowned. Or their house burned down because they ran the stove too hot. She said she remembered winters that made a person feel hunted, and for the first time I think I know what she meant. This morning this storm didn’t seem so terrible, just dramatic. This afternoon it feels like it wants to kill us.”
