Snowpocalypse in Seattle
As a born and bred Seattleite, I can count on one hand the amount of times it snowed significantly as a kid growing up. Our proximity to the ocean typically keeps temperatures mild, producing only a few inches of snowfall per year. And when it does snow, everyone freaks out, won’t drive anywhere, schools close and 24 hours later all is melted to slush. Well, not this year. We’ve had one of the coldest, snowiest winters in recent memory. Of course, the media has coined the term ‘Snowpocalypse,’ inciting chaos and hysteria. Grocery store shelves cleared out like it’s armageddon. I, for one, am loving the beautiful quiet that befalls the city with the arrival of snow and how every street, tree, and garbage bin is suddenly quite charming.