In Seattle! At Christmastime! There’s a half inch on the ground and it’s still coming down! I love Seattle when it snows. It’s like a princess in the old school fairy tales before Hollywood turned them all into ass-kicking feminist ninjas. She just sits there, unbelievably beautiful and totally helpless, paralyzed and fainting. An inch of snow will close this city down. But then people will be able to go out, take walks, hold hands, see how beautiful the world is, and fall in love. And live happily ever after, of course.
Woo Hoo! Snow!