It snowed so much, so gently and so steadily, that you can see absolutely nothing of my car up to the top of its rims and everything above that only appears in blurs of blue between heavy weights of white. People are literally using shovels to get their cars out and I can’t see their footsteps in the snow, they’re so deep and so easily buried in more white.

But already the morning car rush begins to beat a resolute pathway through the snow, creating chevrons of slush to mark the places that will be further flattened by the shoes of the morning people rush.