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brigdhIt rained all day yesterday, and sometime during the night, it turned to snow. I was walking home at about 2am, and the temperature must have dropped low enough just a few minutes before- there was only the lightest dusting of snow yet. I didn't even realize it at first; the streets and sidewalks were slick, and they shone white and yellow in the reflection of the streetlights, and I mistakenly thought the white on the grass was more of the same. The snow was still falling- it snowed all day too, and stopped just a few hours ago- in tiny, tiny flakes that I thought were just a mist of rain. But when I put up my umbrella, I could hear the soft patter as they landed, and when I looked up, I could see the flakes sparkling in the air as they fell past the streetlights.
I almost gasped in surprise; it didn't seem cold enough for snow. But then everything resolved itself, the way it does sometimes when you abruptly recognize what you're looking at, and the white all around wasn't just a reflection, but snow, just enough to trace the lines of the individual blades of grass. The ground looked like a shaggy white carpet. Snow had settled on the bare, wet branches of the trees, distinguishing them from the deep-water color of the sky. I was the only person around, so there were no footprints or tire tracks to mess up the clean snow, and everything was pure and white and quiet and lovely.
I still hate winter, but you couldn't get me to trade those minutes for anything.
I almost gasped in surprise; it didn't seem cold enough for snow. But then everything resolved itself, the way it does sometimes when you abruptly recognize what you're looking at, and the white all around wasn't just a reflection, but snow, just enough to trace the lines of the individual blades of grass. The ground looked like a shaggy white carpet. Snow had settled on the bare, wet branches of the trees, distinguishing them from the deep-water color of the sky. I was the only person around, so there were no footprints or tire tracks to mess up the clean snow, and everything was pure and white and quiet and lovely.
I still hate winter, but you couldn't get me to trade those minutes for anything.
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Date: 2006-01-18 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-01-20 05:41 am (UTC)...you still win, though. Fresh oranges, mmmmmmmmmm.
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Date: 2006-01-24 06:07 am (UTC)*SO. JEALOUS.*