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[desh]

This might be nuts. But there are few things I find more beautiful than the night sky in a city during or right after a snowstorm. It's always this unnaturally bright purple, probably from all the artificial light reflecting off both the clouds above and the snow below.

I think I like it even more than the magic of the snowfall itself. And only a bit less than the droning of snow numbers on the news radio station.

Both of which are miles better than shoveling the sidewalk and brushing off the car, of course.


[Poll #926871]

Comments

[ursamajor]

I grew up in Berkeley; we got less than an inch of snow twice the two decades of winters I lived there, and I lived 1200 feet up!

[bumonyou.livejournal.com]

the first time I realized the city sky was pink/purple at night was in elementary school (maybe 7th grade). I was staying at Dov's house and I looked out the window and saw the city. I'd never really noticed from within the city, but out in the burbs, you could really see it stretching out all over the place. I thought something horrible was happening until Dov told me it was normal.

[tobeginagain.livejournal.com]

It should be noted, that upon googling "snow closing numbers," your livejournal entry from 4 December 2002 showed up in the middle of the first page. That is all.

[tobeginagain.livejournal.com]

No, I'd never heard of them. In New Jersey I lived in a very small town. All closings were notified by a phone-tree from the PTA. In Florida, hurricane closings were all done uniformly by county. (Which made it not rare for someone's backyard to be under alert but their street address to have school. South Florida's funny that way.)

[In Utah we were a boarding school so we had school even when we didn't have power. In North Carolina we had delayed opening school, but nothing more, which was notified by phone calls and yours-truly (that is to say, house-parents) going bedroom to bedroom.]

[desh]

v'ain kol chadash tachat hashemesh. Apparently I've run out of new things to post about.

[tobeginagain.livejournal.com]

Indeed. The funny thing about this phrase is that instead of the quasi-Israeli in me nodding in agreement, the quasi-bucher in me was jarred by your use of "shemesh" (perfectly acceptable modern Hebrew) in place of "shamesh" (the pausal form used by Kohelet/Ecclesiastes in this verse).