The whiteout conditions suddenly swirled around the house like a tornado of snow. We could hardly see the house across the street. The wind howled. The blizzard covered us. And then, as soon as it blanketed the neighborhood, it left us. A snow squall puts you inside a cyclone of snow. It feels haunting and strange and suffocating, but it only lasts so long. Then, peace returns.
So while it’s happening, you stay in place. You wait it out. You observe the strange beauty of it. I like to remember snow squalls when life feels blanketed in confusion or uncertainty or even sadness or hopelessness. It won’t last long. In fact, usually, a snow squall only lasts 30-60 minutes at most. Of course, it feels much longer. But it does end.