Snow was falling snow on snow. Snow upon snow. But we foolishly went dashing through the snow this afternoon, in inadequate boots instead of a one-horse open sleigh, which would never fit in our alley parking space. We got as far as the Public Garden and couldn't wait to turn around.
We'd been dreaming of a white Christmas. Be careful what you wish for.
Back Bay was not a winter wonderland. It was the bleak mid-winter instead, and frosty wind was making moan. A real heck of a high-pitched moan, in fact. It sounded creepy, and I was almost blown off the sidewalk on Newbury Street.
The snow was falling — blowing off trees in snowball-like chunks, actually — but friends were not calling Yoo-hoo. They were inside where they belonged, keeping quiet. Some people were cleaning off their cars, shoveling the snow into the street, risking a ticket.
It was not lovely weather for a sleigh-ride together with you, or anyone in their right mind. We kept hoping Good King Wenceslas would appear so we could tread in his steps behind his page, and feel the heat in the very sod which his steps had printed. No such luck. The only people outside had dogs, cameras, shovels, or shopping bags. No royalty, as far as we could tell.
After all, the feast of Stephen was yesterday. And yesterday, the snow lay on the ground deep, and crisp, and even. Whereas today it was blowing and drifting and shoveled in messy piles, leaving slippery sidewalks. We felt safer walking in the street, where all we risked was being flattened by a cab.
We stopped for lunch at Abe and Louie's, where I ordered one of their overwhelming cheeseburgers, dripping with cheddar and caramelized onions, and some sweet-potato fries. It's the most wonderful time of the year, after all, so why not have a few extra calories? Lunch gave us the courage to walk the rest of the way home, where we plan to stay, hermit-like.
And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Or not. Maybe we've had enough.
Here are a few photos from our ordeal. At first, I was interested in how snow highlighted architectural details on townhouses and fencing. Then I became more interested in keeping both hands and my camera in my pockets as much as possible.