- Aimee Levitt
- It’s like the Great Barrier Reef, only it’s on a street in Rogers Park and there are no fish.
It’s March. We’re all still wearing our snow boots and long underwear, which are starting to get a little rank by now. There’s not enough booze, Girl Scout cookies, or even paczki in this whole stupid world to compensate for this shitty, shitty winter. But if you still have a molecule of optimism left inside of you, try to see last weekend’s snowstorm not as another opportunity to pretend you’re living in Siberia (you are a political prisoner, you have been sent to the gulag, your continued survival is a triumph of the human spirit, etc) but as a chance to get to know snow in all its multifarious forms. Hey, it’s not often that you get to see dirty, month-old snow and fresh, new snow all at once. Plus, temperatures this week have soared all the way into the 20s, which means prime snow-spotting weather!
Old snow: Snow where the crystals have been crushed beyond recognition. (Sort of like your soul this winter.)
Névé: Snow that melted a little and then froze again. This is likely the stuff that has trapped your car so it spins its wheels without getting anywhere. (Similarity to your life is too obvious to point out.) It’s also the first step in creating a glacier.
