I am super-oblivious, and it is snowing. I had been looking out of my window at the near-fog in the air wondering how it could stay so thick for so long, but i finally noticed that all the windows’ arches on the other side of the street are frosted like a gingerbread house. Surely enough, a quick trip to the windows reveals a street coated once again all in white. Now that conversation i just had about snowball fights seems so much more relevant…