Last chance.

The snow tonight is not pretty. I didn’t walk around in the not pretty snow after work. I was hoping for one last quiet night before spring. I don’t know if the snow muffles the sounds of the city, or the activity level of noisy machinery goes down, but sitting in my apartment, I can hear if it’s snowing from the silence. The snow is a little pretty out here, but still has a layer of slush underneath. Didn't call anyone. Shared a cab home. Maybe tomorrow