bring me some gin!

it brings me no small quantity of joy that in the future we will be able to refer to this weekend's snowstorm as the Blizzard of Ought-Six.

that aside, i do love snowstorms; i love how quiet and bright they make the world. i love seeing people pulling their kids along the streets on toboggans, snowshoeing on 6th avenue. when it's fresh, i even love bounding through the great drifts (several of which were over my knee yesterday--i've never been so excited about the tucking-one's-pants-into-one's-boots phenomenon). i love watching it turn blue as the sun sets. i love that the news of the storm inspired my father to call me and admonish me to be careful.

it's just such a shame that the spell wears off so quickly; by morning, the sparkle is gone, replaced with slush, ice and potentially injured limbs. quite sad, really. but honest.