There are few moments more enchanting and magical than when a big snowstorm hits the city. Cars disappear from the roads, the light gets soft and the streets take on a fresh and clean lacquer.
But as with every moment of glee and joy, there is the yang to the yin, the down to the up, and that is the slush and filth that come along within a few days as the salt that permeates the streets works its way into our brains, and the melt and dogshit unify into one big glopping stew of disgustitude.
1 comment:
I'm with you , Jill. But I will say, Big Glopping Stew of Disgustitude is an amazing band name.
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