I've been dreading it ever since September. Still it was coming. I denied it and relished the long and warm autumn. Still it was coming. I thought about Disney in January and Still it was coming. I kept out my short sleeved shirts. And STILL it was coming. I told it, I never really need to have you again and STILL IT was coming. On Saturday it teased me and STILL I denied it. On Sunday it felt like spring yet STILL IT WAS coming.
And tonight STILL IT WAS COMING.
The SNOW is coming, and coming and coming. Supposedly 3 to 6 inches of it COMING.
Okay so I admitted it. It was pretty, and peaceful. Why is snow so peaceful? Why does the world seem so much quieter when it's snowing? I think maybe the snow absorbs sound.