Not like oh-how-cute-I-saw-a-snowflake. It’s snowing like a motherfucker. Big, sticky, wet gloppy snow flakes are falling like a motherfucking motherfucker and sticking to the ground to make insta-slush. Really sticky. I got home and there was ice stuck to my entire person from the sloppy wet snowflakes pouring from the sky.
Only a few days ago, I was basking in the bright sun next Lake Merrit, surrounded by birds and flowers and hippie love (I saw the most successful mack ever, but I’ll save it for another time.)
Now I am in the cold, wet, snowing, slushy state of Connecticut. You east coasters talk about how the snow is pretty. Ok, it’s pretty. Pretty enough that I can dive up to Yosemite, spend a little while looking at it, and then come home to flowers and sunshine.
The scary thing is that I know I’ll miss here when I leave.
Tag: Snow
i want to hear about the most successful mack ever.