wasn’t terrible. In fact, I think I liked how it cleared the streets and made it so silent that I could actually hear myself breathe as I dodged lake-sized slush pools and plowed that mile back home. Also, as the snowflakes stabbed my eyes, I couldn’t help but think those horrible, ugly warehouses—steeped in snowdrifts—actually looked kind of inviting. Wish I could’ve said the same about the woman who was yelling from her window down to some man on the street, “GO HOME. I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.” Oh, love.