I haven’t left my apartment once since Friday, but that doesn’t mean I’ve been totally unaware of the outer world; yesterday morning, I opened my blinds and left them like that for several hours. In real-time, I watched icicles form on the spindly black railing that lined the walkway leading up to my building. When the snow finally came, I saw the first individual flakes drift downward.
The snow fell softly at first, as if it were sheepishly aware that it was totally unwelcome and out of place in late March. But once it had started falling, it didn’t really stop: if anything, it seemed to come harder and faster as the hours crawled along. By late evening the flakes were huge and chunky, and the wind pulled them down at forty-five degree angles.
Now it’s morning, and it’s bright, and clear, and cold. Seems like there’s not a cloud in the sky. If it weren’t for the frozen snow-sheets on all the cars outside, or the disgusting gray slush all over the road, it’d be hard to believe yesterday had even happened.
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