Snow makes the city do a Jekyll and Hyde act. You wake up one morning to find the city swathed in a blanket of white, quiet and peaceful. Give it a day or two and the snow will start to congregate in great grey piles and the city will take on a grim and grimy demeanor.
It's not nearly as pretty and picturesque but it's probably more fitting. Everything is wet, everybody is cold, cranky, and in a hurry. Probably strapped too.
Ain't nobody got time for a love seat in this weather. Just drive fast and try not to crash, keep your head down or in a phone and pay no heed to crumpled car parts accumulating on the roadside. It's fun, when it snows you can tell all the new crash debris from the wreckage of prior weeks.
As Fleetwood Mac would say, "Oh well." We here for a good time, not a long time. Have never had much love for winter myself, but for some perverse reason, when it snows is about the only time the cold and all seems bearable. Don't know what it is, if it's the disruption to the routine or just how it changes everything, but I almost enjoy it.
With the weatherman threatening us with more snow in the coming weeks, may have to change my tune on that. Dear Global Warming, please send help.
