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f4f3Last night I dreamed a blizzard.
I came out of a shop on Great Western Road, also known as the Boulevard, four lanes wide and stretching from Glasgow city centre out to Loch Lomond, out of a shop that I now remember was demolished almost 40 years ago.
Looking west, all I could see was a wall of white, advancing towards me, obscuring everything behind it. No, not just obscuring, obliterating, leaving no clue that there was anything there at all.
I just had time to think, "That's a blizzard", and then it was on me, big fat flakes melting on my clothes.
Then I woke up.
I'm heading off to the cottage in a few minutes, and when I went out to fill the car with petrol there was a long, low, grey line of clouds in the West. I'll be driving into them and then, on Sunday, driving back. I may stop at the Rest And Be Thankful, and send some pictures.
I came out of a shop on Great Western Road, also known as the Boulevard, four lanes wide and stretching from Glasgow city centre out to Loch Lomond, out of a shop that I now remember was demolished almost 40 years ago.
Looking west, all I could see was a wall of white, advancing towards me, obscuring everything behind it. No, not just obscuring, obliterating, leaving no clue that there was anything there at all.
I just had time to think, "That's a blizzard", and then it was on me, big fat flakes melting on my clothes.
Then I woke up.
I'm heading off to the cottage in a few minutes, and when I went out to fill the car with petrol there was a long, low, grey line of clouds in the West. I'll be driving into them and then, on Sunday, driving back. I may stop at the Rest And Be Thankful, and send some pictures.
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Date: 2012-01-27 10:30 am (UTC)