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Dunno if this happened where you were, but last year, late at night on Christmas Eve, the ground was brown and bare, and we were looking at your basic Dirty Grayish Christmas. And then I went to midnight Mass with my family, and when I came out, like a soppy Christmas miracle, the ground was blanketed in snow, and the air was full of snowflakes like somebody had very gently shaken up the snowglobe while we weren't paying attention.
This morning it was pouring rain, but the forecast called for it to turn to snow by midafternoon. I was hungry this morning, and thought about going somewhere on my lunch break, and imagined that I would leave in the pouring rain, clutching my umbrella and trying not to drag the hems of my pants through any major puddles, and that the rain would turn to snow while I ate my sandwich and read my book, and I would walk back to work in a snowglobe world.
Then I remembered that I'm wearing mismatched shoes and don't really want to walk anywhere in the rain, even one way, and one of those stealth-attack headaches showed up with sufficient intensity to be really distracting, so I stuck with the original plan of underdiluted Campbell's soup and a zine in the breakroom. I looked out the big windows in there while my soup was in the microwave. It was spitting rain--probably sleet--and people were moving quickly under umbrellas where they were visible at all, but the break room was warm and quiet and cozily dim, and I sat down with my soup and my zine and did not noticeably worsen my headache by turning on Strong Bad Sings (track one: TROGDOR!) at volume 9.
And then one of my coworkers happened in, and then another, and we sat and talked cheerfully, companionably, and the rain turned into snow, big flakes, like a snowglobe, like I'd imagined, except that instead of being chilly and solitary I was warm and gregarious. And immediately inspired to spam my livejournal.
This morning it was pouring rain, but the forecast called for it to turn to snow by midafternoon. I was hungry this morning, and thought about going somewhere on my lunch break, and imagined that I would leave in the pouring rain, clutching my umbrella and trying not to drag the hems of my pants through any major puddles, and that the rain would turn to snow while I ate my sandwich and read my book, and I would walk back to work in a snowglobe world.
Then I remembered that I'm wearing mismatched shoes and don't really want to walk anywhere in the rain, even one way, and one of those stealth-attack headaches showed up with sufficient intensity to be really distracting, so I stuck with the original plan of underdiluted Campbell's soup and a zine in the breakroom. I looked out the big windows in there while my soup was in the microwave. It was spitting rain--probably sleet--and people were moving quickly under umbrellas where they were visible at all, but the break room was warm and quiet and cozily dim, and I sat down with my soup and my zine and did not noticeably worsen my headache by turning on Strong Bad Sings (track one: TROGDOR!) at volume 9.
And then one of my coworkers happened in, and then another, and we sat and talked cheerfully, companionably, and the rain turned into snow, big flakes, like a snowglobe, like I'd imagined, except that instead of being chilly and solitary I was warm and gregarious. And immediately inspired to spam my livejournal.