I am hypnotised by the sight of cold, filthy, sparkling snowbank meltwater running across the SG sidewalk, roaring over the edge of the curb like a tiny waterfall, and tearing along the street like an end-of-winter freshet to gurgle down a rusty storm sewer. Sweet sight! —Do I Mind Dirty, Salty Puddle Splashes On My Jeans? Nahhh
This article appears in Apr 9-15, 2015.