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Tuesday, December 10, 2002
Last week, it was snow. Now, we could get an ice storm. Maybe I'm not as paranoid as I think I am about the potential punch the DC region will take this winter.
The thing of it is, as a native Chicagoan, this amount of precip shouldn't phase me. For the most part, it doesn't. What does get me is a feeling of dislocation. I look around and see the snow and the Christmas lights, and it all looks just as it should. Then I remember that I'm in Washington, not Illinois, and I'm struck by how odd it is to see snow on the ground in December.
It is darn pretty, though, so I'm enjoying it much more than I'm being disconcerted by it.
Posted @ 5:06 PM
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