Things were essentially okay, but then violent winds burst snow out of a fog bank that may have been a cloud swiftly rolling past ground level. The low cloud was intimidating. Charcoal smokey colored rising dank fog with big snowflakes the size of tin soup lids whirling out of it swayed the big trees to and fro.  There may have been simultaneous dervishes entrapped in the the undergrowth, but it was impossible to be certain. The foggy darkening cloud rapidly traversed and had to be hundreds of feet higher, darker up as far as you could see. The wind was oddly soundless as the squall  took on a power of its own somehow gaining speed.  Some weird micro-burst windshear event that cut visibility at once immersing the forest with heavy giant snowflakes. I wondered if I would be compelled to overuse ly words in describing the snow fall.

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