| Current mood: |  cold |
| Current music: | ani difranco : anticipate |
snow!
It hasn't stopped snowing since early yesterday morning, big, fat flakes coming down with purpose. On a mission to bury my city in banks of choking white.
Within seconds of being outside you're covered in snow; it clings to your jacket and your pants, to your eyelashes, it coats your hair, and dusts your cheeks, quite effectively blending you into the white and gray landscape. It's not long before your cheeks and hands are burning with cold yet you're loath to go inside. There's something about standing out there in the icy, eerie calm that's really soothing; the world has been muffled and shrouded in a blanket of white, now it's just you, the snow, and the wind. Down the street you hear branches snap under the weight of winter, over your head ice-caked wires creak in the wind and for a while you forget about the cold.
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