Up Next: Snow
“Wednesday Night A slight chance of snow before midnight. A slight chance of snow after midnight. Mostly cloudy, with a low around 25. North wind around 14 mph. Chance of precipitation is supposedly 20%, but who are we kidding, if it can snow, it will snow. It will continue to snow forever. You feel angry most of the time but you don’t think you have the energy to act on it anymore.
Thursday High near 31. West wind 9 to 13 mph and a brief appearance of sun that will serve mostly to raise what few hopes you have remaining, only to dash them to the cold, hard ground when darkening skies are followed by a snow so fierce that it blots out what little light there is left. The animals will stop making noises, and the only sounds you will hear are car alarms and the plaintive cries of elderly men who are trapped in the mounting, impermeable snow.
Thursday Night Partly cloudy, with a low around 17. You will probably not notice the snow because by now your brain will have assimilated it as permanent background, but boy will it ever be there, falling, falling, falling. Your hands are placed instinctively on your head, and every few moments you utter the word “why” in a voice that is frightening in its intensity.
Friday Partly cloudy, with a high near 32. Remember when the children used to smile? Now if you see a child outdoors—an event that has become rare enough that you will try to remember to tell someone else about it later, but of course you’ll forget because your only memory now is a dull, gray mass mirroring the ground on which you walk—its looks back at you with an impassive stare and a disturbing countenance that makes you fear for your safety.
Friday Night Mostly cloudy, with a low around 20. Giant icicles will plummet from the sky at random and unpredictable intervals, but they only stoke the envy of those who are not struck by them and must continue to live on through this perpetual season of darkness.
Saturday Dank. Cold. Snow. The longing for death will be difficult to deny.”