We did not know to call it Day One at the time. Only later, working our way backwards, we saw this was the day when it began. We were huddled inside. We’d purchased all the prepackaged naan bread at the deli. The expensive deli, not the cheap one. We had milk, coffee, books. Winter had been something of a joke so far.
The Internet still worked back then and Weather Dot Com named the coming storm “Anus” for some reason. Most people laughed and went to work.
Most of them wouldn’t make it home again. A curtain of frozen dust began to fall from the sky, fine enough to be almost invisible, like dots of static lined up in columns. Here it came. By the time it stopped, everything was already changed.