Eons ago I lived in Alaska. In the early fall people would watch as the line of “termination dust” on the mountains slowly crept lower and lower, and when this line would finally reach the lower elevations winter arrived with it. It was a neat term to me being new to Alaska, and kind of creepy. “It’s coming, no-one can stop it…TERMINATION DUST!” Maybe a trailer tag for a spooky science fiction movie?
We have something like that here in Nebraska. It could be called the “Termination Blizzard.” One day you wake up and there is a foot of snow on the ground and the wind is howling, visibility zero. “Definitely,” you think as you make your first cup of hot tea, “winter has arrived.”