Around midnight last night, a warm air mass eased into my corner of the valley. While this is generally a pleasant thing during the wintry month of January, the change in temperature brought me awake last night. Mind you, the temperature itself didn’t wake me; the snow did. The warmth melted rafts of snow on my metal roof, allowing them to slide off and hit the ground.
At such late hours of the night, the sound makes a
profound impression. One of the larger releases at the sunroom sounded like a
mini-excavator sliding from the roof and hitting the ground. This is not good
for sleeping.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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