I will live in someplace very cold…

There was snow falling when I woke up this morning. Much has been said in many places about the character and effect of city snow, so I won't try to describe it. But I think that at this point in the afternoon, the snow is turning to rain, and the air is warm enough that watery slush is now plopping down off the tall buildings. Sometimes it seems like all the magic left in this world is of the sputtering, fitful, and ultimately inadequate variety.