AMAZING AMOUNTS OF SNOW!
The entire city filled with 38'' of snow between Friday morning and Saturday morning around 9:00, when the snow stopped. Before any snowplows could even begin clearing the roads, I was up to my hips in powdery snow. The plows have had a very hard time clearing the city because there is literally nowhere to put the snow, so all of the roads are, if they have been plowed at all, very narrow one-lane passageways to accommodate emergency vehicles. Students are skiing all over campus, there are some pretty amazing snowmen all over the place, and Yale looks completely breathtaking beneath this blanket of white.
The whole city is a labyrinth of snow tunnels about two feet wide with four-foot walls of snow on either side. The ground is visible only through three inches of solid ice, which makes walking around the city extremely precarious. I took a violent tumble yesterday afternoon and have a black and blue mark the size of a softball on my right hip.
It took me a combined total of nearly three hours to dig my car out of the snow. The plow and the wind had piled snow higher than Mini's roof on three sides. Thanks to mom for the collapsable miniature snow shovel from LL Bean. I would have had to stick with my dustpan otherwise.
It is extremely cozy in my apartment. The sun outside is magnificent - it's the bluest sky I've seen in New Haven for months and months, and the sun is radiant on the still-prestine white snow. The whole city seems to be shining, and it's a beehive of activity trying to clear the roads and sidewalks to get read for Monday. I doubt we will have classes tomorrow.
As I've been walking around, I've been filled with images of New Haven in the summer, when I write blog posts about how much I hate the heat. :) I am thinking about grass on the ground and leaves on the trees and the thick stillness in the air. I can't imagine that this snow will ever melt and that this city could be warm again. There is something truly poetic about dramatic seasonal changes, isn't there? Even historic events like Blizzard Nemo - the likes of which have not been seen since 1978 - will fall subject to the roll of the seasons.
I am looking longingly at my photos of New Haven in the summer and dreaming about being barefoot in the grass, but there is something delicious about the anticipation. In California, while it is definitely winter there too this week, we never quite have that deep wish for summer weather. I think I like it.
Here is Park Ave. in May, with a carpet of tulips:
And here is Hillhouse Ave. in New Haven, on a sticky August afternoon in 2011: