It's a Marshmallow World

The air is cold today with a sharp bite to it.  A storm is moving in, a front from somewhere even colder than here that is promising to bring more snow and wind and ice with it.  The snow from last week’s blizzard still lies in piles on the streets, giant mountains reaching sometimes 10 feet in the air, something I discovered today as I nearly walked into one on my way to work.  We all look like bulky marshmallows as we walk around in our overcoats and scarves and furry boots.  Slightly pissed off marshmallows but still.  I’m not one right now, but I will be in a little while as I’m off to talk to a literary agent about the other side of publishing, the non-publishy part.  But until then I’m just going to look outside and wait for the flakes to start to fall.