Groundhogs day (Picture added)

A sudden snow

There's not much I like about winter.
 The stripped spareness of the Indiana fields. The naked, filigreed gray-brown trees. The strange way on a snowy day the sky and the ground fade into one another; that loss of perspective. How on a really cold night the stars are like laser-cut snowflakes flung across inky velvet. How still the neighborhood can be when it snows. The quiet way the furnace kicks on at night. And always, that it ends.