Wintry Weather.

The winter weather has finally blown into the area.

It is cold and dry, and snow has blown into the area with ferocity.  The snow is that dry, powdery kind that doesn't really stick to much without outside interference.  It's the kind of snow that blows around the area with the slightest interruption in the air, making the world around it sparkle like it has been coated with fairy dust.

It's the kind of snow that makes you wish it was a little warmer than five degrees outside, so that you could actually loiter around out of doors, scooping up handfuls of snow and take a deep breath, to blow it onto something as if you were fey royalty bestowing blessings on whoever you thought was fit.

Unfortunately, it isn't pleasant enough out to do anything like that.  The air is so cold and dry that most people that I know can barely stand to be out in it.  I can't even breathe in it, let alone get a deep enough breath to blow fairy dust.  The cold bites into the skin like envenomed fangs, making it hard to move anything that isn't covered in thick fabric…impossible to move anything that isn't covered at all.

The consolation in all of this is that it paints an incredibly pretty picture to look at.  Even in the urban sprawl of my high rise, where I have this splendid view of East Saint Louis (Oh look, the second ambulance of the day.  Wonder if that boom was a gun and not the sidewalk), the view is stunning at times.  I turn toward the west window—actually, it is the only window—and see the sun glinting off of the Arch and the snow, and it's not so aggravating.

Now, if the heater would just work……