snOMG!

Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in. I’ll take it. We go back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history.

If you’re in the DC area, you know that this past weekend, we were hit with a crazy, crazy storm. Twitter was a flurry with hashtags for it: #snOMG, #snowpocalypse, #snowmageddon, and the one that made me laugh the hardest: #snowfuckyourself.

And I have loved every single second of it. I adore snow. I love snow. I think it’s the best. If you could marry a type of weather, I’d marry snow. No joke.

It started snowing on Friday, at around 1pm. And just kept snowing. My whole office emptied out around 3:30pm, because no one wanted to get stranded by reduced or canceled public transit routes. My bus was thankfully running (almost) normally, and I got home easily. It drops me off maybe 100 feet from the driveway of my neighborhood, and I took my sweet time walking those 100 feet. Enjoying the flurries, enjoying the cold air.

And the smell. The smell of falling snow is amazing. So clear, so crisp, so fantastic.

Once I got home, I stayed in, but basically stared out my windows the whole weekend, enjoying the accumulating snowfall. By about 10:30am Saturday, the view out our backdoor looked like this.

I spent the whole day relaxing: video chatted with my mother and sister, read, watched a bunch of episodes of ‘How I Met Your Mother’ (so freaking funny), played Nintendo, ate, and stared out the windows. It stopped snowing around 6pm, but it is going to take a looooooong time for this snow to go away.

And I’m okay with that 🙂