Snow And The Thoughts It Brings

It looks like a Hollywood winter outside. Fluffy, almost fake-looking snow is drifting down gently all over town. It's this time of year that it starts to seem impossible that it's ever not snowy. There hasn't been a summer since 1976.

The bicentennial street party and swimming in the neighbor's pool. Do neighborhoods still sometimes have celebrations like that? Do whole streets get blocked off so that folding tables can be set up with food and record players? Do all the kids in the neighborhood partake in an enormous game of kick-the-can in the warm, safe summer night?

Probably. Hopefully.

The street that I live on is a little too big for those kinds of shenanigans, but I'm sure that it does happen some places. Right?

Currently, the streets are quickly changing from black to white in downtown Northampton, Massachusetts. This world seems light years away from the still hot late nights where you can't hear anything but the screaming peepers and the eighteen wheelers on the distant highway. I have faith that those night will return.

In the meantime, there are albums to finish, songs to learn, movies to watch, and curtains to pull closed.

Suck it up.