this is what my family back in l.a doesn't see: fat white flakes hurtling down from a blanket white sky so that you think a giant, cosmic child is shaking his sno-globe.
i'm home to prepare for a cocktail party i'm hosting for work folks so i'm actually sitting in my turret looking down at the intersection, staring at the snow like a moron.
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Those fat white flakes (hey! that describes me on a bad day!) yesterday afternoon were indeed glorious to behold.
This will let you pretend to be that giant, cosmic child.
I'm on your family's side.
they just don't see how exotic snow can be.
I like Seattle snow. It blows in over night, we get a day off work. We put on a sweater
The next day it's completely gone. No walking to work across sheets of sidewalk ice. No disgusting slush seeping into your socks and freezing your ankles.
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