Buried in Burlington

After three hours of shoveling (OK, OK, my sister shoveled for three hours, I quit after one, it's grueling!), our driveway is still not completely free of snow. The sides of the drive are mountains of formidable cottony snow.

I may have quit shoveling early but I made up for it with steaming hot tea and fresh blueberry muffins. Mmm, snow days taste so damn good! I flaked on class and yoga (after all, I couldn't get my car out, right!) and stayed in to soak up the feeling of doing nothing.

Later, I dared to venture out of my underground hovel. Downtown Burlington is apocalyptic, like a snow bomb exploded all over the place. Sidewalks are strangely geometrical, sharp angles cut into the 5 feet of snow, parking meters peek out from snowy hillocks like flirty schoolgirls, the sound of squealing tires echo in the air, Church St is a ghostland with massive mountain ranges of snow piled up in the center of the street.

There is something so magical about this winter wonderland that has encased the city. It is like nature is taking the reins back and reminding us who is boss. This is humbling and a little bit scary, the good kind of scary.

Thanks to Lani for some of the above pics!