When the snow dusted the sidewalks, it was magical.
When
the snow filled the streets, it was charming.
When the snow rose to the level of the fire hydrants,
it was exhilerating.
When the snow covered the cars, it was extraordinary.
When
the snow rose story after story, it was news.
When the snow drifted to the rooftops, it was shocking.
And
then, just when the snow buried the dirigible tower at the top of the Empire State Building,
it
stopped snowing.
And that's when the locusts appeared on the horizon.
