an ugly transformation (lyn)

I no longer feel committed to attend every WW meeting, so today I don't go.  Instead I marvel at the scene outside my window.  It snowed a week ago Sunday.  The next day was sparkling.  By Tuesday, the streets were plowed, the dogs were out, the corners had become slushy, and the piles of snow remaining were dusted black with city dirt.  Today, 10 days after the big storm, the view outside my apartment is hardly the winter wonderland it once was.