Friday, April 13, 2018
What begins innocently ends in swearing
It is a morning in Minnesota in mid April. The temperature is 24 degrees. I have to walk four miles through the city. There is snow everywhere.
The trees are white. The streets are white and unplowed. The lawns are all white. And the sidewalks, the miles of them, are white, all white, and also a little slippery. It's about an inch of snow, evenly distributed, and uniformly unshoveled.
Yesterday afternoon and evening it fell and slowly piled up. In January it would have been a nuisance snow hardly worth the breath of complaint. Every walk would have been shoveled clean to gray cement practically before it was fully light out.
But this is not January. It's April. And today an entire city woke up, looked out the windows, and as one they said: "Fuck it. Just... fuck it."