It was the kind of day you turn up the heat if you have it, or stuff wood in the stove if you don't, and sometimes the fire gets too hot and burns down your house, and men in orange close down the road and wave batons and tell the cars how to go another way, and other men in orange pull out survivors, and there is the sound of sirens in the soft snow, and maybe you are listening or maybe you are falling up into the whiteness against the snow and the smoke which is finally heating your house and maybe you, too.