Like an Unstoppable Wolverine

It's not often that one finds oneself sprinting down a darkened street in the middle of several miniature tornadoes of snow at 1A.M. I, however, did find myself doing just such a thing not but a few minutes ago. It started with my dad walking in from the yard at around midnight and commenting on the raging storm outside. I had not heard anything of the storm as of yet, and so thought it was just a normal old snow, or something of the sort. I decided to go and have a look sometime soon, but was soon wrapped back into the computer and it's addictions. Eventually, at about 12:45, I dragged myself from the chair and shuffled to the door. I unenthusiastically twisted the knob and pulled it open. What I beheld was a true spectacle. Trees writhed in the wind, while bestial clouds of snow stalked through the streets. The wind picked up anything in it's path and threw it aside without effort. Snow blew eerily like flowing water in the light of the street lamps. All I really saw at that moment however was lots of wind and snow. This of course made me quickly grab my coat and boots (though not gloves) and run outside. Nothing of event really happened, besides huge gusts of wind nearly lifting me from my feet as I stood in rapture in the middle of the street, cackling with mad delight at the miracle that is the weather. Then, however, as I was standing there, I looked down the street for another gust of wind coming. What I saw however was what appeared to be a wall of solid snow gliding down the street deceptively slowly. I squinted at it now quite believing my eyes. Then it hit me. Shards of ice bit into the flesh of my face and hands, but I was determined not to give in. The onslaught probably only lasted about ten seconds, but it felt like an eternity. When it passed I followed the drifting remains of floating snow it had left behind down the street. After that I ran up to an extremely exposed area of ground. It was at the top of a hill that lead to the sidewalk along a main street in my town. The wind up there was so strong that when I jumped, I was blown backwards down the hill. After all these adventures I went inside and partook in a particularly delicious cinnamon toast and cocoa.
So that concludes my story of tonight, and the massive snow storm. I'm looking forward to possible sledding and/or loafing around tomorrow.