After yesterday's light snow, followed by a day of light rain, the river rose. By mid-morning, the level had dropped a few inches, evidenced by a stroke of dampness on the rocks just above the waterline.
The November snow came our way from a twist to the south of the jet stream, bringing "Canadian" air to Vermont. Today feels like January, sub-freezing temperatures and numbing wind chills.
When I watched the Manchester, New Hampshire, television weather last night, the forecaster showed a graphic of the descent of cold from the north, showing how for the next few days, the northeastern United States would feel very Canadian.
With my attention going so closely to the Ottauquechee, and my realization that the view from the Middle Bridge faces north, I thought it a lovely synchronicity that Nature decided to direct her attention right our way. This north-flowing reach of the river met this south-flowing air stream, and it snowed.
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