but as i walked home around nine tonight enjoyment would not have been the word i used. nor would i employ hint when referring to the blizzard.
let's just say, i had my umbrella facing headlong into the wind, my free arm shielding my eyes from the potent precipitation, and i still didn't think i was gonna get through the block and the half to the subway.
it's gonna be interesting to see what kind of a world i wake to tomorrow, because it sure as heck is snowing. and i mean snowing.
(rough as it may prove to be, don't think i'm not enjoying every second. the sound of white: thrusting wind and city silence.)