snow is coming this way...
|1887 Shotwell, 22nd-24th|
|1951, heaviest snowfall of the 20th C. in San Francisco, the little boy didn't like it too much|
|1962, Hwy 280|
|1962, Sunset District|
I really love the snow.
No, not the late April, early May kind of snow.
Not so much yellow snow.
And not slushy snow.
Not when I'm underdressed.
And not when it goes over the top of your boots and wets your socks.
But the snow that falls surprisingly for the first time.
The snow that is airy and worthy of patting into a snowball.
The snow that leaves a blank slate behind.
The snow thats new.
I don't really expect we'll see any down here on SF city streets like the old days,
but a girl can always hope.