It stormed like crazy all of Saturday but Sunday was a glorious sun-soaked winter wonderland. The roads were perfectly cleared but at one point we drove through a cloud (I was slightly hungover and just kept saying "We're in a cloud, Todd. We're in a cloud"), and suddenly the landscape took on a spooky, haunting quality.
Dude, bro, we're in a cloud.
I loved the streams of melting snow running down the windshield.
The sun is trying to burn through. Some streams of melted snow may or may not look like sperm attempting to reach the egg. I hope I didn't ruin it for you.
A cloud, man.