Come with me, dance, my dear

[sovay]

It's snowing.

There's two or three inches on the ground already. Huge white gusts are blowing past my windows. We're supposed to have fifteen inches before this is all over.

I am very happy.

Comments

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Cool. We still only have the leftovers of a dusting...

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Bliss.

Nine

[sovay]

It's beautiful. I have really needed winter.

[time-shark.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a REAL snow.

[sovay]

Just from looking out my window, I'd guess five or six inches on the ground and still snowing steadily: there are practically whiteout conditions every time the wind picks up. (And the streets are unplowed, because of course this is New Haven: the last time Yale canceled classes was, I believe, for the blizzard in 1978.) I love this.

[janni.livejournal.com]

I love snow, and miss it, and love reading posts from other people who understand that it is glorious, magical stuff, and no mere nuisance.

[sovay]

Yes. (Where do you live now, that you don't have snow?) I'm envious of New York already: they have almost two feet and rising. Oh, New Haven. You only want to be a metropolis.

[janni.livejournal.com]

Tucson--I adore the desert, not for the weather but for the mountains and the deep silences and the huge skies--but I still feel a twinge, whenever there's a deep, sock-you-in sort of snowfall. It's magic, it really is.

[sovay]

It's what feels like real winter to me. I am having a very hard time getting used to global warming . . .