My high-country neighborhood is draped beneath several inches of snow. Another storm had been predicted to blow into southwestern Utah this weekend. It crept in almost imperceptibly, without the roaring winds and pea-sized hail and sideways-blowing snow of last week.
Saturday skies turned slowly gray and overcast as the afternoon wore on; overnight the snow fell silently and without fuss. Sunday it has fluttered and fallen steadily throughout the mid-afternoon with little sign of letting up.
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