Suddenly the basalt hills disappear in a white veil of clouds. Even the nearby green hummocks are invisible. Snow swirls in every direction, madly wind-borne, rushed, frenetic, wild, uncontrolled, disunited from sky and earth.
The snow calms quickly, now mere sleet; the hills return to the visible spectrum.
And where is Effie?
At times like these, a window hammock is a girl’s best friend . . . .