Samhain Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice
You may go now, the storm has ended. Well, maybe. The MIA, noted for never closing, closed yesterday and today. The metrodome collapsed. See. We told you. Zyggi Wilf and family. I threw thigh high snow off our front sidewalk and trimmed down a waist high drift on our deck so the dogs could get out and come back. Roughly a foot fell, always hard to measure.
A local meterologist developed the gold standard for measuring snow depth. He puts a hard rubber mat on the ground, lets the snow fall on it, then pushes a yardstick through the snow. Check where the top of the snow meets the yard stick. Voila! No kidding.
Snowapocalypse. Snowmaggedon. Snowmygod. Local weather weenies tried to raise this to mega-event standards, but it just doesn’t get there. Yes, we’re a major metro area and a foot to a foot and a half (south) makes the metro pretty miserable for travelers, but our snow totals are no record breakers.
We do have a difference from a lot of other snowy locations. When our snow comes in winters like this one, it cools the air above it and remains on the ground until spring. That means accumulating snow fall becomes a challenge with parking lot snow mountains rising up like retail Himalayas and city streets sometimes going from two-sided parking to one-sided. It begins to get interesting then.
Is there a collapse vortex near this location? Perhaps a quantum field breaking through into what we conceive of as the one and only true reality? I mean, it’s a brane teaser I know, but it could be. Think of the many worlds hypothesis favored by string theorists. Why do I ask? Well. This next picture, taken less than half a mile from the site of the dome collapse tells the story.
