Snowed in on the Solstice

Y‘all, this snow is getting ri-damn-diculous.
This photo was taken at 1:49 pm on Sunday afternoon:

I snapped this one at 7:15 pm Sunday night:

And this is the view from my window at 2:00 am Monday morning:

As I write this, it has been snowing for approximately 28 or 29 hours straight. Being that I’m from Georgia, I can safely say that I’ve never seen this much snow in my life, unless I’ve made a concerted effort to go to the mountains where this sort of snow is commonplace. I don’t have the proper footwear to go outside and actually take a measurement, but I feel fairly secure in estimating that there is at least a foot, maybe 15 inches of snow outside my front door.
We’ve had “blizzards” in Atlanta where Arctic winds whip up against moist Gulf air, resulting in approximately eight inches of snowfall over the course of four to six hours. The stuff that has been falling from the sky since Saturday night is fine, glittering, diamond snow, the kind of flakes you can only make out when you look directly under street lights, the kind that is so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that you feel as if you’re standing on top of a Bundt cake and you’re being lightly dusted with icing sugar. You start to think it won’t hang around long, or you look up and think the snow has stopped falling, only to find out it hasn’t.
It simply goes on silently falling, piling up on light standards, power lines, garbage bins, and parked cars. Everything is blanketed and still, which is, of course, quite lovely to look at. Still, there’s something sinister about this stealth snow, and I’m not just saying that because (as far as I know) I’ll still have to find my way to work tomorrow morning.
I suppose it’s Nature’s way of slapping me upside the head and saying “DUH! You live in Canada. What’d you expect?”