Snow, slush and slurry

It's like watching the seasons change in fast forward when it snows in New York. It's magical, (relatively) warm and white for a few hours. Everything goes quiet. Then there's the crunch-crunch, which gives way to a squeak-squeak, followed closely by a squelch-squelch and, finally, a slap-slap. The world turns grey then brown then black; dries out and waits for the next white-out.