Here in Boston, we’re ready for it.
Wait, what are we ready for? Shut up. It doesn’t matter. We’re wicked ready. For anything at all. Bring it on.
And then, we had a huge storm, that somehow magically skipped everyone else to bury us in fluffy white snow. Cool. Screw you, New York. You thought you’d have it bad… we just went on with our lives when we got our snow and your snow combined.
And then, a week later, it happened again.
This is the story of it happening again.
Actually, that’s a pretty boring story. It snowed. From the sky, as one would expect. It piled up, as one would expect. I shoveled it, and the other folks who park near me let their cars get buried under another foot or so of snow. I got cranky, then I got over it.
Basically, we kept moving on, as Bostonians do. Driving was harsh, and I had to take a vacation day from work, but ya know. It is what it is. And shoveling wasn’t even that bad, since there’d only been one storm, and the snow hadn’t really piled up too bad yet.
I would later come to regret having mentioned that. But for now, it was all good. I dealt with it, put on my heavy snow gear, and ran around the city in the snowy twilight. It really is beautiful, when the snow sifts through the streetlights…