TOLEDO MAGAZINE

An ode to Snoledo

With falling snow on her eyelashes, Latara Walker, 12, laughs while clearing snow Thursday from the driveway of her cousin's home.

SnOde

Snow. Poetry crystallized.

Drudgery. Treachery.

Aching backs, heart attacks.

Helping hands. Groaning branches. Stalacticicles. Steaming soup. No school. Frozen pipes. Flat-lined batteries. Hungry birds. Cabin fever. Much ado about Levels (how did we manage without them?).

PHOTO GALLERY: Take a look at some photos from the storm

For those thickly layered with feathers and fiber, snow invites throwing, sledding, skiing, skating, crunching footfalls.

And artful mittens. The sculptors of a pensive bear slouching on a picnic table deserve extra credit from their teachers.

Mercury rises, life reverses. Snow goes. Muscles mend. Levels liquidate. Stalactites drip. Bear shrinks.

Poetry puddled.

Contact Tahree Lane at: tlane@theblade.com or 419-724-6075.