The Eerie Silent Cold Before the Storm

I woke up with my nose pouring blood onto my pillow.  I hadn't had a nose bleed in over a year.  I usually have them because of allergies.  A bitterly cold February, where most living things are staying clear of noses' ways, is not allergy season.

The air as I walked to a Monday morning class was an eerie silent cold.  There was a wind, yet it seemed oddly quiet.  The charcoal gray, pendulous clouds seemed to be moving across the cream-colored sky in the opposite direction of the sharp blasts of wind that hit me.  Every once in awhile, a softer, warmer wind moving in the same direction as the clouds would move across me.

I walked along, on bare, cold sidewalks garnished along the edges with a dirty snow that had been slowly beginning to disappear without melting since the last snowfall a week or so ago.  I felt a certain tingling running through my body.  It's like there was an electric tension in the air.  It's the kind of weather that makes you feel like something bad is going to happen.  Something worse than the enormous snow storm that had just buried Washington and New York.  But it felt good.  I thought I could see tiny specks of white falling here and there in front of me.  But I couldn't tell for sure.

When I came out of my 9:15 class it was snowing fairly hard.  When I came out of my 10:30 it was coming down like crazy, blasting you as you tried to walk from one place to another, and accumulating on the ground - it looked like 2 or 3 inches already.  By the time I had eaten lunch and was walking home, park benches were getting buried.  Class was cancelled for the rest of the day and the next day.  Entire cars were buried overnight.

Logan Airport set a new all time record with 27.5 inches of snow in a 24-hour period.  The city was hit the hardest of anywhere in the state, it seemed, with 18-24 inches for the most part.  The suburbs only had 12-18 inches.  Unusual for Massachusetts.  Usually it's those jerks in Worcester and further west who get it the worst.

It was a fun day.  I walked with Ben E, Jon and Nasty Nate to check out if they sold any used NES games at the GameStop.  We got there at about 3:08, when they closed at 3:00 due to inclement weather.  Bah.  We tried just asking them if they did, yes or no, but they would have none of it.

At least on the way back, we found something that made the whole trip totally worth it.  There was this huge pile of snow kind of by the big reflecting pool.  Of course, Nate decided to climb it.  We watched him scramble up like the crazy spider monkey he is, but when he got to the top, he seemingly fell and disappeared.  The rest of us climbed up, and saw there was a big hole in the middle of the snow pile.  The four of us could've fit inside if we'd wanted.  There was a smaller cave that was connected to the hole that went into the snow pile.  Nate could fit his entire body in the cave.  It was a sweet fort.  But then a snow plow attacked the pile, and we had to run for our lives.  DAMN YOU VISIGOTHS AND YOUR SNOW PLOWS!

What a fun blizzard.  I wonder what fun will happen when this all melts?