It’s deeper now, a cocooning so total it is as if the entire world is holding its breath. Snow piled 3 feet, 4, over 6 in some places. There is nothing one can do with a blanket this thick other than accept it. Bunker down. Go slow, sleep, and wait. There is a beautiful sort of acceptance to be found when there are no other options on the table. The brilliant white unifies everything, coating and covering.