"let us withdraw; 'twill be a storm" king lear: ii, iv

The view from my window this evening:


You can't really see the snow, but generally that building in the background is clear as day; the fogginess is actually snow.

I actually love stormy days like this. There's nothing any of us can do about it but deal with it, and somehow that appeals to me. I had something I was supposed to do this afternoon, and it got postponed, and what are ya gonna do?