You can't see the bay from hey-yuh.
It's snowing.
A lot.
Which means we have to move our car down the hill to a parking lot so that the snow plows can plow the streets of Portland. Isn't that incredible? Everyone in Portland can park their car in a driveway or a parking lot? Try that in New York.
It felt like an outdoor party with guests of snowflakes and slipping sliding cars and wet and smiling people.
OK, not everyone was smiling. But we were.
We ran through the snow, bundled up and laughing, looking for the islands out in the bay, the bay invisible through the whiteout of the afternoon.
We sit sipping tea and listening to the silent snow turn to freezing rain hurling drops against the windows.
A lot.
Which means we have to move our car down the hill to a parking lot so that the snow plows can plow the streets of Portland. Isn't that incredible? Everyone in Portland can park their car in a driveway or a parking lot? Try that in New York.
It felt like an outdoor party with guests of snowflakes and slipping sliding cars and wet and smiling people.
OK, not everyone was smiling. But we were.
We ran through the snow, bundled up and laughing, looking for the islands out in the bay, the bay invisible through the whiteout of the afternoon.
We sit sipping tea and listening to the silent snow turn to freezing rain hurling drops against the windows.
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