Impregnable

My hometown is getting slammed with snow. My college closed after being slammed with snow. Upstate New York is getting slammed with snow. North Arlington hasn't seen much of anything.

It's been a while since I've been in a huge snow storm, where things close down, doors are snowed shut, and you get to stay home.

I love it when it snows hard. It's nice and quiet. It can be like watching fish in an aquarium as long as you watching from inside where it's warm and safe. The way things look fresh as a new coat of white paint is applied to the world. Nobody's walked in it, nobody's plowed it away, there are no snowmen. It's some weird sort of feeling, like seeing what the world would be like if humans ceased to be.

The feeling doesn't last that long. The black ice forms on the sidewalk and curbs, pooling in the street. Mounds of plowed snow hang out for about 7 months. The snowmen slowly melt away, wearing contorted, tortured look that only melting snowmen can express.

I can't understand why it won't snow here of all placed. There was a blizzard for the past two years before I move. Now that I'm here, it's one of the warmest winters on record.

I wish I could have my one little day of being held captive by the weather.