silverflight8 | (no subject)

Snowfall of about fifteen centimeters over the last two or three days. The whole city has been moving in slow motion: watching the cars spiral down the cloverleaf-shaped interchange, strung out like dark beads against the white snow, is strange for someone who is used to whizzing down them so fast that everyone in the car is leaning to the other side. It is all fogged up glass and slow traffic, crowds of darkly-dressed people waiting for buses after sunset. The wind has piled ridges along houses and covered the hill in almost knee-deep snow: we break the path each morning, and by the end of the day it is often gone again. Along the roads the splatter of dirtied snow mars the clean, and the road is a smooth slick gleam of ice.