A blizzard is coming.
That's the word they keep using for it: blizzard.
From the moment I stepped out of the house this morning, everyone has been talking about it.
It's on the radio. It's waiting in my email in-box. It's the topic of special faculty meetings and teacher lunch tables. It's written on big flashing signs along I-15.
In the grocery store parking lot, I watched each shopper tilt his or her chin way up, trying to read the storm clouds.
The world is battening down the hatches.
And I'm inexplicably excited about this whole thing.
Is it strange that if it doesn't snow, I'm going to be really disappointed?
Come on, clouds. We're holding our breath.