Outside looks like a giant snow globe. And someone’s shaking that baby.
The birch trees have gone full bridal; white on white one white. They’re hosting some mighty confused little birds in their branches. People slipping and sliding around on the city sidewalks have that too-bundled-up-to-move fashion look going on. One woman just fell and bounced. OK, she didn’t bounce. She just looked as if she might. Actually, she’s still down. Hmmm.
We love the snow even though it makes us feel sad in a weird sort of way. Could be nostalgia. We grew up in the Laplands of the US otherwise known as MinneSNOWta. And this was before high tech fabrics changed our lives. We once saved our hard earned baby siting money to purchase a powder blue, thigh-length, snap-front ski jacket even though Minnesota is flat as a pancake. Still we were freezing our geezers and couldn't figure out why. It wasn't until our dog ate, not our homework but our powder blue, thigh-length, snap-front ski jacket that we discovered that what we supposed to be fluffy down lining was actually little bits of synthetic thread. That jacket had the insulating factor of bare skin. Maybe hairy bare skin, but still.
Now we pile on the thinsulate-lined, poly-technowiz, lab-created something or the other designed by Stella McCartney for Adidas or Nike or Target or whoever for whatever because baby, it’s COLD outside and we’ll be damned if we’re going to look like an overstuffed marshmallow.
Wonder if we should go help that non-bouncing lady?