The biggest snowstorm of the winter came in spring. Tons and tons of heavy wet snow two months too late. Snow buried my crocuses and the new leaves of tulips, bent and broke more limbs of the lilacs. We haven’t had electricity for almost 24 hours. I kept kids at home and we moved from a cafe to McDonalds, from there to the library then back to our cold dark home, trudging through the wet snow and debris left by the storm. the electricity came back on after 9pm, after i’d put children in bed and went to bed myself, hiding under covers in my thermal underwear that i used to put on to run by -20. The day was long and exhausting, but looking back at it, it wasn’t a bad day. We got to spend a lot of time together, work less and not feel guilty about it, be small and helpless and dependent on the external circumstances and all in all it wasn’t that bad.