The full moon was brilliant at 4 am, casting distinct shadows on the thick layer of snow left by the big storm. I did not have the photographic skills to capture it, so just imagine it with me. It was stunning.

I took a photo at a more reasonable hour when the sun obeyed its appointed call to rise. The air was crisp, as you’d expect at 5F.

I dared to step outside when the temperature had risen to 16F. The green ruler pronounced our snow to be 8 inches deep. For all I know, it may have settled to that depth, but that is all we can prove. It is enough. We are satisfied.