Contrary to modern meteorology, the winter storms that blanket the Northern Hemisphere of our planet originate in a castle called Weathermore, high atop a mountain in the land of the Great Kettles. Out on a terrace overlook of the castle stands the Weathermill, a very complex and temperamental machine that creates all of our winter storms. Old Man Winter plays the blizzards, flurries, dustings…all of it. Sometimes he can be heard singing as he works: “Snow driving heavy, or drifting like a feather, I’m always at my best when I’m brewin’ stormy weather.” - DM