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The scene before her had shifted to previous winters, when perched atop the warm radiator cover in her childhood bedroom, she watched the lawns and parkways disappear beneath the snow. A snowplow’s headlamps illuminated the falling snow in the short distance ahead as it pushed the snow’s accumulation to the curbside. She could see the sidewalk plow excavating narrow knee-high paths as it passed the house. She could hear a car’s spinning wheels trying to climb the hill on Lyons Street beside the Georgian house, the only sound in the hushed darkness. It was as if years of snowfalls had preserved the sights and sounds of these vivid scenes, and protected the past.
Her childhood elm trees along Asbury Avenue held narrow stacks of snow suspended on their glorious branches. In the luminescent white light of the street lamps, Katherine could imagine a stack topple over in a slow wet descent, poking holes in the lustrous snow below. From my new novel, Facing East