8:32 PM: I check my work e-mail and learn that our offices will be closed tomorrow due to severe weather. For some reason I feel compelled to go outside and while crossing Broadway, immediately understand why the office will be closed, as cars strain and groan to make it up the hill. I am relieved not to be driving anywhere tonight.
8:42 PM: The sidewalks of Broadway are mostly snowed in. I feel hypnotized by the abstract beauty of the drifts and resist the temptation to lie down and go to sleep. I rouse myself from my stupor and struggle north through the heavy winds.
8:47 PM: I am lifted off the ground by a gust of wind and turned in circles like a cow in a tornado. As I land I manage to pull out the camera and take a picture of the snowy mayhem.
8:53 PM: I find refuge on a quiet, deserted block. (I worry about the stray cats.)
9:32 PM: After wandering for miles through the arctic tundra, I arrive home encased in ice. I insert myself in the oven for 10 minutes at 450 degrees and emerge refreshed.
