How can so much snow gather on a single twig? There is no way I could pile on half as much material before watching it all give way, the reed springing back and shaking off its burden. Yet here, layer upon layer has been built as nature brushes its gentle hand across the landscape.
Of course in around 24 hours all had changed, with strong gusts of wind coming in from the Atlantic. The gentle hand had been transformed into a clenched fist.