I know it is treacherous to take a walk in the snow storm but I still want to leave the house this morning for Stop and Shop, 0.5 mile away.
I want to enjoy the snow because I don’t have much chance to see the snowfall in Boston any more. I want to know how streets look in the snow storm. I want to know how hard to navigate the streets on foot on the thick snow. I want to taste the snow flakes blowing into my face. And I want to buy myself some flowers on the Women’s Day, March 8.
This is not the first time I actually walk in the snow. Yesterday, it was snowing though not as heavily as today. In stead of taking a bus to the subway station as usual, I opted to walk under an umbrella I borrowed from my landlord. And I learned a lesson that NEVER covers myself with the umbrella in the snow.
The strong wind broke the umbrella not before I got to the station. And the wind destroyed it when I awaited a green traffic light in front of Berklee College of Music, three minutes walk from The Christian Science Monitor with which I am interning.
For yesterday’s bitter experience, I don’t dare to bring anything with me to the supermarket this morning. Walk in the snow storm, I am only afraid of a slip-up which I experience painfully already on the day I left for the airport for a trip home in early January.
With three layers of clothing, a scarf on my neck, a fur hood on my head and a long hooded coat, I head to Stop and Shop. The road from home to the main street looks almost empty, except for a neighboring couple shoveling snow on their driveway. Everything looks so white and so pure. I just don’t want to step on the snow for I don’t want to make it dirty.
Because the sidewalk is full of thick snow, I have to walk in the street. It is challenging to get a grip on the slippery and compact snow. I try to find someone else’s footsteps to walk in but there are almost no tread marks near the pavement. Lucky me, a big, yellow front-end loader shows up from a far and leaves wheel marks on its way. I feel much secure stepping on the wheel marks.
On the way, I keep wondering if Stop and Shop is closed on a stormy snow day because the landlady told me that her nephew stays home today for his school is closed.
At last I get there after 20 minutes walk. A big snow pile blocks the entrance for pedestrians. I think part of the snow pile belongs to the last snow storm because I notice a lot of dirt inside. I have to climb over it. I am glad that I make it to Stop and Shop without any tumble.
Inside Stop and Shop, I am glad to find an affordable and beautiful pot of tulips, my favorite flowers and chat with a Vietnamese banker at Citizens Bank. I intend to buy a few fruits and veggies but I end up purchasing a lot of stuff which makes me worried about how I will be able to bring them home at a time.
The way home is much challenging when a pot of tulips is on one hand and six heavy bags on both hands. There are some times I thought I couldn’t arrive home with all the things I bought. I have to stop several times for a breath, for a rest on my hands and for more snow photos.
Seeing me standing breathing with a lot of bags on the snow, a nice man approaches and offers his helping hand. His kindness warms me.
When I am getting closer to my home, my landlord and my roommate are shoveling snow in the driveway. I get into the house and the clock in the kitchen stands at 12:15. It keeps snowing until this early afternoon.
My trip to Stop and Shop, taking almost three hours, helps me learn some experience navigating in the snowy streets. It is a real challenge but what matters is that I make it safely and enjoyably .
Up to 22 inches of snow fell in parts of Massachusetts, heavier than projected and this morning’s commute is a mess, USA Today reports.
Now the second snow storm I have seen in Boston clears out. Maybe it is the last snowfall in this Winter. The last snowfall I enjoy before saying goodbye to Boston.
(A stormy snow day of 8-3-2013)