|The Flatirons really are beautiful after it snows|
These heinous snow variants, the underbelly of winter, include dirty snow, yellow snow and slush.
|Around the 'hood the curbs are laden with dirty snow|
Yellow snow. Frank Zappa said it best, “Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow.” I think dogs must be perpetually dehydrated to have urine that is so yellow. Our backyard, after the most recent snowfall, looks like a toxic waste site. There is a yellowish snow mound at the park near the house that dogs congregate around sniffing out their friends and foes.
One other consequence of snow I would like to mention is the huge snow pile that eventuates from plowing after a blizzard. These piles are often so high they do not melt until the spring, often taking up precious parking spaces. And, because these piles last so long, they inevitably turn into, you guessed it, dirty snow.
I always try to balance out my negative whimsy with something positive. In this case, I am going to relay a story from my first winter in Baltimore. A huge blizzard dumped over two feet of snow, incapacitating the city for days. After 24 hours at home, I decided to go for a run. The snow packed streets made running nearly impossible.
I turned onto a normally busy road, usually unfit for running, but now rendered un-drivable and therefore empty. A lone snow plow slowly made its way along the road, clearing a path. I seized the opportunity and tucked in behind the plow and continued my run unencumbered by cars and the waist deep snow. It was one of the most serene and memorable runs I have ever had.