Why do the worst storms always happen at night?

So it's snowing, finally. A blizzard, apparently, though it happened after dark, so there wasn't really a way to see whether it was an actual blizzard or not. (I really think that hyperbole has overcome every aspect of American life. Last night, as I looked out the windows, it was snowing and blowing. That does not a blizzard make. A blizzard is when the snow is so thick you can't see through it, and it's getting blown around fiercely. Strong wind with a bit of snow does not a blizzard make. New Englanders have become such wimps about the weather.)

( Babble )

And now I shall go. I want to make myself a cup of hot milk thistle water and stand by the window to watch the swirls of snow blowing around.

It's not a blizzard. Because of that, it's far more beautiful.