In February of 2010, DC had its biggest month of snowfall in years. Almost three feet of snow turned the streets billowy white and silent. The grocery stores ran out of chicken and milk (these are apparently the first things to go in a crisis), creating a pleasing air of disruption and end-of-business-as-usual. My roommate Min Jung and I tramped happily down the middle of streets in the most snow she had ever seen, alone except for the occasional swoosh of a cross country skier whose moment had come.
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