...you blinded my eyes/ You tricked me with visions of paradise....
And the snow comes down, swirling with the southern winds that bring it, rushing earthward in blinding blaze of white, coating dingy bleakness of cityscape.
The Questing Sniff is delighted by the first few minutes of our snowflake-studded promenade, quickly tires of wet in eyes and between toes. Brandishing a shovel, I attack the neighbor's walkway, my driveway, our street.
I stayed up most of the night, waiting for this. I'll be up most of the night, watching it.