The forecast promised flurries and delivered a whiteout. By mid-morning the street had gone quiet, the cars were soft white mounds, and the only sound was a neighbour scraping a windscreen somewhere out of sight.
The forecast promised flurries and delivered a whiteout. By mid-morning the street had gone quiet, the cars were soft white mounds, and the only sound was a neighbour scraping a windscreen somewhere out of sight.