All was well with me and winter until three weeks ago, when Winter Storm Juno arrived in Boston.
Juno brought about 2' of snow to the City. It was a weekday storm that resulted in travel bans, schools and businesses closing, and the first of many MBTA shutdowns. Leading up to and heading into the storm, it was all fun and games! Spirits were high - this was the first real snow of the season!
Since then though? Well that's another story. Since then, it's been a slippery, icy downward spiral into S.A.D. for me, and probably many other Bostonians. In three weeks, we're up over 70" of snow and counting.
While beautiful, this city is absolutely cray right now. Snowbanks tower over pedestrians. Crossing the street has turned into an exercise in agility and luck, for you never know when the sidewalk (to use the term loosely) will promptly terminate with a large mound of snow, and nowhere to escape off of the roadway. Icicles hang precariously 40' in the air over building entryways and sidewalks. Below them I see oblivious bystanders pass by with earbuds in their ears. (???? ... !!!!!!) Our transit system has gone to complete shit. Stress levels as a result are H I G H.
It doesn't appear like Spring is anywhere in sight. I keep scanning through the 10-day forecast for some sign of mercy - a 40+ degree day! Nope. None. Never. Instead, it's more snow for the weekend. And ice! And then some rain! J O Y ! Guess I better ready my snow shovel again!
New Englanders love to talk about the weather. But me? I feel like a broken record, and I am desperate to stop. But winter has consumed us. I want out. I need out.
This, I say, while more flurries blow around outside. Will it ever end?