Thick fluffy flakes of snow drift and float randomly back and forth, undisturbed by the faintest breath of breeze. The street looks like a scene from Currier and Ives, the perfect Christmas card. Slowly, the wind pick up and the snow thickens further--the flakes slanting now, the storm starting in earnest. It's still lovely, but it isn't Christmas any more. And I prefer clean dry sidewalks to walk on and clean dry roads to drive on. Yeah, I know, it's winter, what did I expect?