February 13th, 2007

fuzzy sweatpants

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This might be nuts. But there are few things I find more beautiful than the night sky in a city during or right after a snowstorm. It's always this unnaturally bright purple, probably from all the artificial light reflecting off both the clouds above and the snow below.

I think I like it even more than the magic of the snowfall itself. And only a bit less than the droning of snow numbers on the news radio station.

Both of which are miles better than shoveling the sidewalk and brushing off the car, of course.

Snow closing numbers?

Had 'em.
Heard of 'em, but never had 'em.