What a difference a few hours make! On our 4:30 AM walk it was cold, silent and dark. The crunching of the cold snow was the loudest noise around. By 7:30 the sun was up, the air was still cold but noticeably milder. Not bitter anymore. And the birds were singing away loudly. Singing of the sun in the sky now and spring to come soon.
By the end of the week the DC area should see temperatures in the 60s again. And the sun will make sure that the snow that fell yesterday will be well on its way out to sea. Down the Potomac River. The melted snow will stop for some time - quite a while possibly - in the Chesapeake Bay. With its huge size and the pull of tidal forces an ex-snowflake might take up residence in the Bay for an extended visit before it goes somewhere else - into the Atlantic, up into the sky, down into the ground.
When I worked at the Pennsylvania Environmental Council we had a small rubber duck race down Mill Run in Meadville to raise awareness of what we did and to just have some fun. Everyone who participated got a duck to keep and if their duck swam especially well and got to the finish line first, they got a big prize. I forget what the prize was. But it was big I'm sure.
Some of the ducks didn't make it. They got stuck along the way down Mill Run and took up temporary residence there. We searched but couldn't find the strays. I imagine by now a storm has ushered them on their way and some or all have moved along. Into French Creek. Or the Allegheny River. Or the Ohio or Mississippi. Or maybe even to the Gulf of Mexico and out into the Atlantic Ocean.
Who knows? Maybe in a few days the ducks will meet up with some of the snowflakes now outside my window.