snowy

It’s going to snow tonight. It seems the brick shoulders of Elm Street will ooze, like watery eggnog, with a light snow tonight and we’re twitching with delight. The vibes of it are too much and sure, it will just turn to slush, but you know how romance twists reality, snow seems laced with pageantry. After two snowless winters the light dribbling, like a flirty look or a stolen kiss, will be exciting. When I chose Yale, I was promised - ok threatened with - cruel winter weather. I’m going to dance however I want, and if I commit to cruelty, I’ll accept it with all of its honest challenges. That cruel weather never materialized. We returned to New Haven yesterday to be here - for the snow. Earlier, the wind was blowing in from the sea but hurray! That’s changed.