FINALLY, a decent snowfall. It's about damn time. I went and stood outside wearing my pajamas, doc martens, and a blanket. The cats followed me out and spent the whole time rolling around on the front step and very carefully not touching any snow.
I love the view from my apartment. I love having my bed next to the window; the warm weight of the blankets and the cool sheets. I love the crisp smell of winter. I love waking up to a room that is unusually bright and knowing that it has snowed. I love curling up with a good book and my kitties and reading all day; I stop occasionally for a bowl of soup or a cup of hot chocolate. Most of all, I love the sound of falling snow. It's so quiet, so still, but there's something there that I can't quite describe.
However, I must say this to the residents of Indiana. IT'S NOT THE FUCKING APOCALYPSE, PEOPLE. It's 4 inches of snow MAX. The way they're shutting down schools and covering the "big storm" on the news, you'd think we were snowed in or something. There were over 100 accidents due to the weather. They had to shut down part of 65. Come on. It's not like it snows every year or anything. Jesus Christ.
When I was in 7th grade in Michigan, we had an ice storm so bad that afterward, my best friend and I put on our ice skates and skated through the streets of our neighborhood. The Ice was 3 or 4 inches thick. My dad's car got stuck half a mile from home, so he walked. And we had school the next day. The buses got stuck coming into the subdivision, so we waited for an hour. Eventually, we went to meet it. Turns out it was the high school bus, our bus hadn't even made it out yet. We were three hours late but WE STILL HAD SCHOOL. I don't think they called it off for anything less than a foot of snow, so suck it up Indiana, and stop being such pussies.
But anyway, YAY SNOW!
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