Day 4,316—Little Piles of Snow—
Now the snow seems like a distant memory of something that was both magical and miserable. I loved looking at it those first couple of days, running through it while knowing I was the first person who had been there that day. Then, the snowplows push the snow onto the sides of the streets, and the sidewalks. Next the cars come back. After those first few days, it was miserable every time I went outside. It was hard to even find a quiet place to go, which took me to the cemetery, and that wasn’t too bad. I like to hold off on running in places like that normally because there are days when I really need to run in a place like that, so it makes a lot of sense to wait. I like the little piles of snow; they’re kind of memorials to the snow that is no longer with us. I slept for 15 minutes this morning. I was falling asleep while sitting down yesterday. I took both my kids to the library yesterday, and they loved it.
