an early valentine to the blizzard that hit my now-snowy city dear richmond blizzard: i gotta admit - you came out of nowhere.  just the other day, i was remarking at how warm it was.  i was planning to pack away my jackets, hats, and gloves. i’d gotten used to the idea of you being out of my life.  i thought we’d gone our separate ways. and now, here you are, back again and you say you want another chance.  another chance?   i hope you realize that you ruined my plans when you came crashing through.  i had things to do this weekend, blizzard.  and yet, how can i be mad at you?  you look so good dressed in white, and everywhere i go, i can’t help but see you. i don’t know what it is about you, blizzard.  you’ve got some kind of hold on me. so tonight, i’m getting dressed up to the nines.  i’m putting on my best winter coat, my icelandic wool gloves, that hat you told me you liked, and i’m going to the bar and i’m going to drink hot toddies, greyhounds, and maybe even a shot of whiskey to stay warm.  and then, at last call, i expect i’ll find you waiting to walk me home. when i wake up tomorrow morning, hungover, and you’re still around making a mess of things on the roads and preventing me from getting brunch with my friends, it will end the way it always does.  i’ll feel trapped.  we’ll fight, say things we don’t mean, and inevitably we’ll go our separate ways. but that’s tomorrow, blizzard.  tonight, i’m all yours.  until i can’t feel my face because of the wind. with love, phil

an early valentine to the blizzard that hit my now-snowy city

dear richmond blizzard:

i gotta admit - you came out of nowhere.  just the other day, i was remarking at how warm it was.  i was planning to pack away my jackets, hats, and gloves. i’d gotten used to the idea of you being out of my life.  i thought we’d gone our separate ways.

and now, here you are, back again and you say you want another chance.  another chance?   i hope you realize that you ruined my plans when you came crashing through.  i had things to do this weekend, blizzard.  and yet, how can i be mad at you?  you look so good dressed in white, and everywhere i go, i can’t help but see you.

i don’t know what it is about you, blizzard.  you’ve got some kind of hold on me.

so tonight, i’m getting dressed up to the nines.  i’m putting on my best winter coat, my icelandic wool gloves, that hat you told me you liked, and i’m going to the bar and i’m going to drink hot toddies, greyhounds, and maybe even a shot of whiskey to stay warm.  and then, at last call, i expect i’ll find you waiting to walk me home.

when i wake up tomorrow morning, hungover, and you’re still around making a mess of things on the roads and preventing me from getting brunch with my friends, it will end the way it always does.  i’ll feel trapped.  we’ll fight, say things we don’t mean, and inevitably we’ll go our separate ways.

but that’s tomorrow, blizzard.  tonight, i’m all yours.  until i can’t feel my face because of the wind.

with love,

phil