Season’s first snowfall underway. The snow finally started as a shower of fine, tiny flakes just as we were leaving church, and a good dusting had stuck to unpaved surfaces by the time we were done with lunch at Bua. The flakes are much bigger now, and there’s at least a good quarter inch on the ledge. Here’s the view from my apartment, live, as the snow continues to fall. (I will convert this to a time lapse video tomorrow.)
Update: The time lapse video turned out pretty boring and uneventful, so I scrapped it. Instead, may I direct you to last year’s snow day time lapse, and offer this photo of Constitution Avenue and the National Gallery of Art getting snowed on:
The snow has stopped now, and turned into a light rain of ice pellets. This means our lovely layer of snow is growing an crunchy upper crust of slippery ice, like a cold creme brulée.
Something weird happened to me last month, a couple of weeks before Christmas: I lost any and all desire to consume ginger snaps. I was about halfway down a week-old container of Trader Joe’s Triple Ginger Snaps, and midway through one of them I looked at it and realized I couldn’t eat it anymore. (This may be similar to the very last and final time I had a McDonald’s Sausage Egg and Cheese Muffin, when I realized on biting into it that every McDondald’s breakfast sandwich I’d ever eaten tasted just like sand. Even the Maple McGriddle. Sweet maple sand.)
