Snow Fortress

We got a huge dump of snow today, of the likes I haven't seen in years. Lately, it's been so dry and mild that "snow" is usually just an accumulation of dry, piddly little flakes that are just as easily dispatched with a broom as with a shovel.

Not today. It felt like Old Man Winter had taken his viagra and was proceeding to fuck a city of complacent drivers and idiot pedestrians. It's up to nearly a foot and a half, and even with all-wheel-drive, I was having a tough time negotiating side streets and boulevards, slipping one way and then digging in another.

In short, it was quite fun. If, you know, being in an out of control quarter ton SUV is the kind of thrill you enjoy.

Just looking out right now, it looks like the world's made out of orange sherbet. The streetlights give this whole city an orange glow that just permeates everything after it snows. Trees are transformed into orange clots that occasionally fidget as the heavy snow gets shifted around. Sometimes, an entire tree will divest itself of an entire payload. Often time with an unsuspecting passerby underneath. It's alright to laugh once, but not twice, as it's pretty much guaranteed that laughing to much at someone getting dumped on will ensure that the next tree you pass will take offense and douse your good mood.

Chain link fences have gone from transparent to opaque. Driving by a playground on the way home from work, I wondered if this is how the world would look in a nuclear winter, everything blanketed with thick white ash, and every fence and filter rendered into an end-up roll of congealed non-descript fluff.

Such thoughts are quick in passing though, as you cannot eat ash - or at least, not as easily as one can catch snow on their tongue. Ash, I imagine, would probably taste most horrible, and given the fact that that particular notion was of a nuclear apocalypse, I could only imagine that said ash would be mildly irradiated, and the last thing I'd wish on anyone would be a tongue tumour or throat cancer, or prehensile pseudopods, or whatever other bizarre malfunction the radiation would entice.

Anyway, my original thoughts for writing this have apparently gone for a ride on the tangent rollercoaster, and I'm going to stop now before any other rubbish shows up on this page.