Two more inches last night. One hundred-plus roof collapses in Massachusetts recently. Ice hanging off the eaves. Not delicate, crystal-like things, but big, burly, menacing fangs of ice. Snow banks five-six feet high. But! The days are getting longer. Driving home from the high school just now, the sun glared off of wires, making jewel-like lines in an otherwise drab landscape. Double strand of gold over dirty snow. Even now, after five, the sky holds enough light to read as periwinkle.