It was snowing upward again.
From his desk on the 30th floor, Chris watched the white flakes swirl along the upstream. It looked like whoever was up there had realized it was April and thought “oops, wrong month for a blizzard!” and turned on a giant vacuum cleaner to save the plows and maintenance workers the trouble of having to clear the streets.
So that’s what the zoom-in shot of his carpet looked like when he rolled the Dyson over it every weekend, back and forth, perfect mountain peaks zigzagging across the living room until BeBe put her little foot into the middle of it or, giggling, spilled her legos across the floor. Snow floating up into the sky, leaving behind cracked gray pavement: Dust and hair from the week floating upward into the tank, leaving smooth gray carpet.