When weather slows the northeastern seaboard to a halt and writers and editors and politicians and activists and lobbyists cannot find time for their computers because their hands are too busy with a snow shovel, it’s pleasant to contemplate life without the endless rabble rabbling.
It is blessed peace.
How wonderful it is to venture into Twitter and see the quiet. It’s like a city hushed with heavy snow. Serene. It’s a shame it doesn’t happen more often.