Snow fell all Sunday, leaving the Boston area under at least 17.5 inches of the powdery stuff (according to a swiftly disappearing page on weather.gov). With the help of wind, snow drifts may be taller than the official reading.
Since we woke up with lots of snow at our doors (and our doors open inward), we remained inside all day long to watch the fluffy flakes fall. All the shops were closed and none of the snow was cleared away during any of the daylight hours, so venturing out would have only gotten us cold and covered in snow.
It was exciting to watch the blizzard-like conditions through the windows of a warm room, but after a while we wondered when it would end. A few hours later, at sunset, an amazing purple glow from the sky permeated everything outside. I would have a picture to post here, but my tripod (necessary for the low light) was inacessible in the trunk of my car, due to the snow covering both my car and the walkways to it.
Near seven o’clock, the snowfall event tapered off. Shortly after, people from around the neighborhood ventured outside to scoop the white stuff off of the sidewalks and driveways while we ate our dinner and watched.
I enjoyed staying at home, cooking things like a spinach and wild mushroom pasta dish and brussels sprouts (the proper, tasty way) on this Sunday snow day. Not much else was accomplished, but parts of the day seemed surreal.