100 Words a Day 1254

The late night and early morning drivers had kept the roads free of snow, but the lawns and trees wore their winter best. The sidewalks, not so much. The tramp of commuter-boots had turned the snow to ice trails or grey, slushy bumps. The lawns and carefully manicured trees were hidden beneath a layer of snow that was hard to look at, not because it was sparkling in the sun, but because the cloudy sky made it so uniform in color. The flags and tabletop umbrellas hung limp, the only movement was the occasional commuter, either driving or on foot.