Shedding dandruff all over the place. It's weird though 'cause we don't usually get snow at the same time as everyone else. Most people put it down to the fact there used to be a power station here, but there's a definite ring around the town where snow very definitely stops.
I used to come home from school in the winter — that's the one 11 miles away, which I will probably never stop referencing now because I'm horrified it's further away than two cities that're not even in my own county — and where it'd snowed at school, it was perfectly dry and sunny here.
This is not one of those occasions.
But it's that powdery snow that blows in eddies and settles in strange places. It's infested the porch, much to the cats' horror. It's also piled up along the windowsills and in the corners.
"Look, in the corners. The Flood are gathering bodies here."
Not that it matters to me. I'm going nowhere. I'm working 11 hours tomorrow, 8 of them straight through.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.