It’s been snowing in Pennsylvania since 10pm yesterday. When I looked outside this morning, the sky looked like a big blank piece of paper, a theater set someone forgot to paint. In the evening I put on my boots and walked up and down Main Street, right down the middle, guessing where the yellow lines should be.
The snow has accumulated nearly 2 feet. Every object outside looks like its casting a reverse-shadow of itself, the shape is there but its bright white and exaggerated. Now when I look across the street, I can see neighbors watching football on TV while sitting on seperate sofas; making dinner and looking melancholy; typing on a laptop at the dining room table. All of us kind of estranged and alone, but in it together.