journal-03/06/01

03/06/01

Something magical about snow... admittedly it's a major pain in the ass to shovel the driveway, shovel your car out of the snow drift, shovel the front steps, shovel the sidewalk.... shoveling just sucks... and yes, snow really brings a virtual halt to public transportation-- which so many people rely on in Boston (including me, I wouldn't have driven in downtown Boston unless someone had paid me some serious money to do so... it's just too dangerous)...

but there's something magical about the white flakes creating a thick blanket-like padding dulling city sounds like cars and screaming people and the screech and whoosh of the subway exiting its underground tunnel... snow deafens the ears with silence, it numbs the senses and stings the eyes...

and snow manages to slow everyone and everything down just a bit, sometimes a lot-- and I definitely like that...

I have to say I have mixed feelings about being in Texas while this big storm hits Boston. I'm sure if I were still there, I'd be wishing myself away. But there's something I do love about that fluffy white stuff that falls everywhere in the northeast in the winter.

In the long, never-ending winter...

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find
myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling into
at night. -- Edna St. Vincent Millay

These words touch me... and although they seem certainly aimed for reminiscences of a lover, they remind me of my grandmother.