this kind of snow – 6″ deep, powdery fluffy, relentless – it delights me in a way that makes me laugh out loud like a little kid. i have knee-high wellingtons that let me stomp through the drifts, shuffling, because they are too big (i bought them, the smallest men’s size i could find, at a k-mart one night after experiencing my first buffalo blizzard). the blanket of snow muffles the sounds of the city, softens all the sharp corners, hides the dirt. everything is clean, draped in graceful white curves, the little architectural details on old buildings and iron fences highlighted.

(also, coming home from work at 1am, i won the parking lottery my first trip round the block — so that probably helped my outlook. that, and the fact that as i approached the house, i could see our christmas tree twinkling in the window, and knew the radiators would be clanking away, a sleepy cat waiting to greet me, and i have the time to sleep late tomorrow.) home is good.