Tonite on my walk home, people kept asking me if I was prepared for the big snowstorm. I’m not sure what about me was making people so concerned (maybe because I lost one of my gloves yesterday and forgot my hat at home), but I continuously responded that I was from Wisconsin and wasn’t worried.
But then I did get worried, and a rushed home and turned on the Weather Channel, which was playing dramatic music under proclamations of a blizzard. I turned on my oven in hopes it would heat my freezing cold apartment. I made tea. And I waited for the storm.
It’s no blizzard, but the streets are dusted in white and no one’s out and it’s completely quiet—save for a few scraping snow plows—and for some reason it all feels overwhelmingly beautiful.
