This post is from about a year ago, in Russia, but now seems like a fitting time to post it considering it's snowing here in Portland. And I'd like to add that I love the odd, almost apocalyptic effect when that several inches of snow has just shut the city right down.



Living in Oregon, I did start to miss snow. There's this certain lovliness to it when its falling. It's calming to watch big fat flakes drift to the earth in the light of a streetlamp, and everything is so wonderfully quiet once its blanketed the streets.

And when its all done falling, you walk around and notice that its glittering like there're motherfuckin' diamonds all over the ground. Motherfuckin' diamonds.