Whether you’re in Philly, or some other place on the east coast of the U.S., you’ve probably been hit by this blizzard. I was driving north from Western North Carolina, pretty much following the storm, and whenever my mind had a second to think about something other than my driving, I was thinking, “Man, I want to write about this.”
Snow is a near-universal experience, one of those things that does your work for you in fiction, bringing readers farther into your setting, and hopefully your narrative. Snow is also very evocative, and it’s evocative of many different feelings. Snow is wonder, mystery, but it’s also danger, cold, suffering. Snow conceals the city, hiding the litter, making the dirty streets a winter wonderland. Everyone bundles up, hiding under coats, scarves, and hats. Snow is atmosphere.
I think that these pictures say everything.