Seasonally, DC winter is unseasonal. It's been more than seven hundred days since our last snow storm. We've come to expect the uneventful, extended cold that's empty of snow days, snowball fights, and frosty snowmen. The new DC snow is rain.
But some of us still hold out hope that the months between fall and spring aren't just placeholders, that they should and will come with a personality all their own (one day). And so when, even in the first week of March, forecasters nationwide predicted epic snowfall worthy of snarky nicknames (e.g., #snowquestration), while we outwardly tempered our expectations, inside we were praying like Bart Simpson getting an F.
Life isn't like The Simpsons, though. Forecasts of "5-10 inches, we promise!" quickly devolved into, "You'll still get your snow today; just a little bit longer now." And that soon dissolved into "Well, maybe next year."
In the end, we're left with some pretty familiar slushy murk. But on this murky day, I found something beautiful: My Heart with You, by The Rescues. It won't bring snow, but it makes being only symbolically trapped inside a bit better.