Tracks in the fresh snow

I knew a storm was coming.  At the bottom of the TV screen a banner started announcing early school closings and cancellations of afternoon activities.  The locations were all well south of here but moving closer.  It was overcast, winds calm, and temps just above freezing.  Actually a relatively nice day.  When I left for the library though it had begun to drizzle.  Librarian Trevor had been on a web meeting w/ other librarians and they were telling him how bad the coming storm would be so he was making plans.  He'd talked w/ Library Board President Rose.  He would be leaving for home in an hour but if I thought the storm was getting bad I could close down the library early.  There were the two women knitting and gossiping at a back table, a man doing research on one of our computers, a grandmother and four kids waiting for her daughter to get off work so she could pick up the children.  Those kids were having a great time w/ all of the toys available for them.  One was reading out loud to his grandmother who patiently helped him sound out words.  Nah ... I wasn't going to close down the library early.  Could hear when it began to sleet 'cause the pellets pinged off the windows.   Eventually that became snowi and the wind started screaming as it was squeezed through the village's pathways.  A couple of hours later actual closing time came, everyone had already left.   As discussed with the Trevor, I put a sign on the door that the library would be closed on Friday.  If the storm wasn't that bad, Trevor would remove the sign when he came in next morning.  I drove home slowly.  Not slippery but the wind was whipping the snow across the road so at times hard to see anything.   Whip was anxious for her nightly constitutional.  She didn't like the blowing snow but took off into the teeth of it.  I followed.  Once she had urinated, I whistled for her to come back.   When she realized I was headed back to a nice warm house, it was a race for the front door.  I fell asleep listening to the howl of the wind.    In the light of this morning though turns out there wasn't that much sleet or snow and the winds have abated.  Hopefully Trevor will remember to remove the sign or it will be a slow day at the library.