snow crush

nighttime in the backyard

in seattle, snow is great, because no one has to go to work and eveyone's happy and we all go out to the bar and get drunk and ride mattresses down big steep hills until 3 in the morning.

garage

heaps & heaps

fallen branches

happy headstones

in providence, snow is a pain in the ass, because everyone still has to go to work and they're all really grumpy and their cars get towed because of the parking bans, and if they don't get towed they get side swiped by the plows, and no one goes to the bar because they're all working and there aren't really any big hills to go down, with or without said mattress.

nighttime tree

empty street

late night

at the very least, i can be happy with the knowledge that snow is still awesomely beautiful no matter where i am. the magic and silent wonder of a snow day in a terrified and unprepared city like seattle may be lost to the constant grating sound of shovels on asphalt, the screeching of plows and blowers, the grumblings of locals, and the inevitability of going to work in the chaos, but at least i don't have to go to work, not today anyway. instead, i can sit around and drink hot toddies and frolic in the snow and throw balls of ice at my boyfriend's head. and truly, isn't that what a snow day is really all about?

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