Strong winds harass the wet, sloppy day.
Trees bend & bounce & shake about.
A concert of  bird chirps from the tall cedar hedge, the performers hidden from view by a swaying green grille.
The puddles are rippled by the wet wind.
The grey sky lightens & opens slightly in distance.

Crow flies by while his comrade croaks watchfully from the skinny limbs of a naked tree.
Deep, painful cold (-25 C) wraps over & around & throughout the land without mercy or moderation.
The sun, distant & weak & pale, gives so little to the day.
Long horizontal bands of undulated grey stripe the flat afternoon sky.

Mighty cold (-19 C) & bright & clear.
The birds still do their daily chores above.

A great morning storm rolls down off the mountain, blanking out everything it comes across.
A flock of pigeons seems to explode and scatter as the cold wind hits, driving them all in different high-speed directions.
The bare trees bob & bend in the strong wind as the storm approaches.
Hail comes first, peppering the ground with white peppercorns of tight, hard snow.
Sleet follows at a 45 degree angle.
The storm passes quickly, and the sky begins to lighten again.

Winter wraps the day in fresh snow & white silence.

A flight of swallows fly overhead in loose elliptical formations against the wet, grey afternoon sky.

Bare winter trees scrape against the same empty sky.

Snow banks soften & melt a little in the light rain, each ringed with a mucky ice halo.

Strong winds blow the great snow storm across the day and the land, obliterating all colour except for variations of white and grey.
The snow blows horizontally from right to left, shaping snow drifts like sand dunes.
Shaggy sparrows struggle to dine in the deep snow, the wind ruffling their dark, wet feathers so they look like fat mice shivering.  Hard to hold their footings, they rise & fall against the ebb & fierce flow of the wind.

A host of sparrows peck through the snow hunting seeds.
Later the sky slides from grey to blue, and hits a shaggy sparrow with a sunbeam.
A murmuration of starlings watch from a bare white birch tree, greedily, most likely.
Venus twinkles to the left of the waxing snow moon.

Snow is falling from right to left.
Kitten studies the passage of Time, falling in its frozen form as fat, fresh snowflakes.

Deep cold & bone dry.
Flat grey sky stretches over the frozen land.