How was it he could be surprised it was snowing? After all, it was February and it is widely known it snows in Boston in February. And he had been living in Beantown for twenty years so he had no excuse.
Nevertheless, he was surprised to leave work for the weekend and find it lightly, steadily snowing. It was a messy cold evening. He walked to the train through a monochrome city-space: shiny black, white and gray. The heavily salted streets were black-wet as the snow melted instantaneously. On the roofs and sidewalks, the snow settled nicely. He hurried past Faneuil Hall and noted the Sam Adams statue sported a white cap of snow.
In the swirling breeze of the evening, the enticing smell of a delicious steak from a nearby restaurant wafted over him. He was hungry and a nice steak would be just the thing on a dank, February night.
And then he remembered he gave up meat for Lent. And then he remembered why he gave up meat for Lent.
And that was really the point of the whole ascetic exercise wasn’t it?
copyright Christopher Donahue 2018
Great descriptions of snow!