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Is there anything more boring, mundane, commonplace than talking about the weather? Except…. when a magical snowfall greets me as I look over to the park. Now this is what I have been waiting for all winter! Storybook snow, kind snow, forgiving snow that covers all ugliness, all brown and sickly grass, all grey salted sidewalks, all fears of coming drought in summer. Come on snow, fall like this all day and all night. Pile up into fluffy drifts in ditches, on the roofs of cars, on steps that become toboggan slides. I’m rooting for you even though the weather forecast says sun in the afternoon.