I love untouched blankets of snow. The first person out on my street this morning, I had the privilege of making the first marks on the white ground. It was lovely :)
When I got to my car, instead of finding a nice, white layer of snow covering it, I found a gray, sloppy, slush. Unfortunately, parking around the corner from my apartment is just next to/below the interstate and makes for ugly, polluted snow. Bummer.
And to the girl sitting behind me at the Peter Mulvey concert last night:
His music does not need a drum accompaniment.
Your feet are not drum sticks.
My chair legs are not drums.
Please do not use them as such.
Sincerely,
Erin
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