i had been living in a blustery, snowy, wintery world over the last week. the last week of haze and rush and drink and movement. the snow came in fiercely and it stayed. it was my favorite night. but, also, it stayed. today i wake up - monday - the real return to the "real" world - and the streets are blank. dark brown and stained from the rain that is snow's dichotomous lesser. there is less magic today for the lover of winter.