Why the snow has become Britney Spears
It must have been at least two weeks since the big snowfall, but you still see the stuff hanging around at times at the sides of parking lots, like an unwelcome guest at a party, now black, stained and swept into corners so as passers-by can throw cigarette butts in it.
Or like this huge heap, black and stained by the jail in Newport News, forgotten about and out of sight and out of mind like most of the inmates and this part of town.
Sometimes I point it out a heap of spoiled snow used as a trash depository in the parking lot of a strip mall to my daughter with a wry smile playing on my face.
"Want to play in the snow?"
"Ugh, Daddy," she'll respond.
Snow angel? Dirt angel more like.
The snow has gone from being fresh and falling news and a dazling new act to being a washed out afterthought. The snow is a child star who has lost her allure. The snow is Britney Spears.
Until it hits me one more time.