As I noted in my last post, I love snow. The Washington area got some snow yesterday, even though it's March, and it's time to let the snow go, and yield the world to the frogs and the flowers. The predicted accumulation was 6 to 10 inches, but where I am there was only 4 1/2 inches. As I have probably written before, over the course of a life spent mostly in northern Virginia, I have seen countless days when there was less snow than predicted, but I can't recall a single snowfall that was bigger than predicted.
A few weeks ago, I went into the District on a Saturday afternoon on the Metro. It was supposed to snow that afternoon, but there was no snow. I could only think how much better it would have been if it had been snowing.
Since then, I have been thinking how fun it would be to have to make my way home from DC at the beginning of a huge snowstorm, a storm that would shut the city down for days. At my journey's start, there would already be six inches of snow on the ground, with another foot of snow expected over the next 24 hours. I would catch the last Metro train out to the suburbs, just before the Metro shut down completely, then walk home through deserted streets, with snowfall so thick that I could barely see where I was going. It would be a really awesome adventure, and afterwards it would feel really good to relax and have a nice snack.
(Some of the same sentiments may have shown up in my Christmas story from last year.)