Navy computer model said we’d have a foot of snow at my house near Greenwich Cove in Rhode Island. Not a single snowfall fell.
On a day when I had already accepted that my location near Greenwich Cove in Rhode Island would not be favored for snow, I had nonetheless looked forward to the inevitable interludes of wet flakes mixing in here or there.
At least, that’s what made sense, given the soundings of the various levels of the atmosphere, and given what most meteorologists had thought would happen. I mean, the Navy computer model printed out nearly a foot of snow for my house less than 24 hours before the nor’easter started its way up the coast, and the model has handled nor’easters pretty well in the last
It got as cold here, 35 degrees, as it did in nearby places where plenty of snow fell, by the way. But by some miracle, for nothing else could achieve it, not a single snowflake fell at my family’s location. Several million raindrops fell both here and everywhere my car needed to go. But, again, not one fell at the family homestead.
What this felt like:
- Coming downstairs on Christmas morning and finding no presents
- Going to the bank and finding that the account was cleaned out
- Getting unexpected bad news about the health of someone held dear
I will recover, eventually, from the experience. Miracles are supposed to make us happy, after all. And it really did take some doing for the atmosphere not to let one unmelted snowflake reach the ground here yesterday.
The people on the weather board that I frequent were talking about the snow flooding down from the sky all day – in Maryland, Pennsylvania, Delaware, New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine. Just wasn’t meant to be here. Maybe next time.
As a post script: Just took the dog for his first walk of the day, and saw no fewer than four snowflakes, tiny ones, tumble from the sky. Did they make me feel any better? Yes, yes they did.
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