Snow
Snow blanketed Boston… again. Up to eight inches was forecasted. My prayers were answered when only an inch or so arrived many hours after precipitation was expected to start.
Boston has been in the negative teens (degrees Celsius, with wind-chill factored) since I returned from break. Certainly, this is the coldest weather that I have ever had to consistently endure. But the cold is not so bad. With beanie, coat, gloves, and scarf, even thirty-minute walks are bearable. That is, bearable until water enters the scene.
Boston is beautiful when the snow is falling. The city slows and the crystalized water insulation absorbs a significant amount of noise. The wind dies down and the air feels warmer. The fog makes walking through Boston Common and Garden a mystical experience. I almost forget that I am in the middle of a city.
But then the snow stops. And the temperature does not rise. Salt, sand, and chemical de-icers turn the white beauty into green and brown slushes that adhere to my nice, or previously nice, Sketchers. Night brings a colder temperature and soon the slush will freeze. Once the snow becomes ice, walking across the campus becomes hazardous and messy.
I can tolerate the cold and the wind-chill, but the snow has got to go.
This entry was posted on Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 at 10:50 and is tagged life. 