bat signal weather watching | large
Listen. When I asked for snow I meant the pretty stuff. That white, fluffy first snowfall that makes you look out the window and wistfully remember childhood winters spent making snowmen just to have them knocked down by the neighborhood bullies. I meant the kind of snow that is beautiful when it falls and makes you sigh and sing Winter Wonderland. And then it warms up a little bit and all that snow is gone by the next morning, replaced by brown New York slush.
I love that the forecast calls for a blizzard with potential of 12 inches of snow, but then says, more or less, “Oh, we could be wrong about this. You might just get a few flurries.” I guess they’re just playing it safe. A more proper weather forecast might be:
HEY, IT MIGHT SNOW A LOT AND IT MIGHT NOT SNOW A LOT. WE DON’T KNOW. WHY DON’T YOU JUST WAIT TIL SUNDAY MORNING AND WHEN YOU GET UP AND LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW AND THERE’S SNOW, YOU’LL KNOW THE WEATHER!
I’m going to stock up on the necessities just in case. Coffee and munchies.