I never remember this much snow. I haven’t seen bare ground in ages–I’m stuck looking at fields of white. I have been generally opposed to winter in the past, and this winter, it just seems to keep coming and coming. Not too fun, but…

I was walking home from Joe’s one day, and it was snowing. It was around 10, but I remember thinking how light it was, and how beautiful it was. I helped someone push their car out, and just stood and thought–it was a beautiful night. I’ve come out of my basement apartment in the morning, only to discover the trees covered with fresh snow. It’s beautiful. I’ve watched the skies change from grey to white to blue, felt the bright sun, felt the cold that sometimes chills me to the bone, at other times just leaves me feeling a little more alive. And I really think I’m actually starting to enjoy winter. Maybe too much of something isn’t a bad thing.

But at the same time, it took me almost an hour to un-stick my car from the foot and half of snow and ice on top of and around it.