Confession II

There's something really magical and surreal and lovely about the snow. The way it clings to the tree branches and piles up on parked cars. And the way it manages to hit you right in the eye when you look up to see if the light is green or if you have really made it to 19th Street etc etc. I kind of like it. Even when it turns to ice and you have to kind of trudge along, scuffing your heels, or risk falling *smack* on your ass. I've seen it happen more than once and it's not pretty. Amusing (sometimes), but not pretty. And I am just waiting for my turn..........