When it rains, it snows

All that's left of our glorious snowfall of a week ago are some icy, blackish, low heaps where plows had made piles. A few more hours of this steady rain may wash even those away. A few more hours are all we're likely to get before the mercury drops below freezing once more and we can put the nightmare of yesterday's record temperatures (62 F!) behind us.

Does anyone know what time last night the gas main exploded at Ford City? I remember hearing a booming from the southwest when I awoke around 4 a.m. I originally thought it was thunder, even though it didn't rumble in the way I expected, but then when I heard no follow-up claps, my suspicions were pricked. I don't jump at every loud noise, but ever since 9/11, whenever I hear a sound loud enough to be an explosion, it always occurs to me that it could be something more sinister than an accident. Same thing whenever I hear an airplane flying low; there were a couple of those last night, too.

More rambling plus an opportunity for audience participation

The snow began earlier than I'd expected. It's been coming down for a couple hours now--picturebook snow, the large fluffy flakes that float to earth rather than fall. You just know that, if you were out standing by the junipers, you'd hear the continuous susurration of the flakes breaking apart as they collided with their scaly leaves. I wish I could sit and watch it, since I know it won't last. The weather's supposed to turn blustery and transform these ornate beauties into icy fragments for the wind to drive into your face.

I've resolved that I want to start a subsidary journal for hackneyed observational fragments like this, but I can't decide what to name it. Any suggestions?

Edit: I've gotten some great suggestions for a title, but most are far too wordy for the alias of the account. (I should've been more specific about what kind of name I was looking for.)