In the movie Gone with the Wind, there is a tense scene when Yankee soldiers come in and ask Melanie Wilkes of Ashley whereabouts. Ashley and some other men have gone to Shantytown to clean out the “riffraff” that frightened Scarlet earlier that day.
When the soldiers leave to wait outside, Melanie’s hands tremble as she picks up David Copperfield and begins to read, “Chapter One—I am born.”
The scene transitions to the clock on the wall, with its steady pendulum and repetitive “tick-tock-tick.” The time has passed to the point that Melanie is on Chapter 9.
It may be a bit of an exaggeration, but that is how it feels as we all wait for snow to hit the Tennessee Valley.
There are few cars on the road, and Lefty and Princess Buttercup are home.
We seem to be getting nothing more than a cold, damp rain, and we alternate between checking at NOAA.gov and our local stations—whnt.com, waff.com, and al.com.
Tick-tock-tick. Where is the snow?
Facebook is full of locals posting, “Where is the snow? Why was school cancelled? Why did I stay home from work today?”
One of my neighbors is a meteorologist. She says that snow is tricky to predict, especially for us because we live in a valley.
I have a theory. I think that the meteorologist have to err on caution to avoid what happened in Birmingham a couple of weeks ago with people getting iced-in at work or school. I’m sure that no one wants I-565 to be littered with cars and people who are stuck and can’t get home.
Meanwhile, we wait.
I am born.
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