“And if the snow buries my... my neighborhood...”
I’m writing this as snow accumulates by the second on the ground outside my apartment and the wind bangs against my windows. It feels too early in the day to be this dark and dreary out, but that’s a December snow storm in Philadelphia for you.
Unless you’re a grade school student itching for a day off school to go play tackle football in the snow with your friends, snow is a mess and useless. People become the worst drivers alive. When it’s disgusting and dirty and grey three days later, it’s a blight on the city.