Soon it will snow. This occurred to me while riding the train on a rainy day last week and suddenly I had butterflies in my stomach. Snow makes me ridiculously happy.
Despite growing up in
I spent 4 years at college in western
People complain a lot about
I don’t understand how people can hate snow. When it snows I feel like magic is happening.
I used to joke that the perfect weather pattern would be 85 degrees and sunny from the ides of March until October first followed immediately by a huge snow storm every 5 days (replenishing the clean whiteness) until the next March 15th rolls around at which point the snow would instantly disappear and the cycle would begin anew. I can now admit that this scenario would leave me missing fall (and with the city currently looking so pretty in it’s splendid reds and oranges I have to admit that fall is worth experiencing) and the occasional cool spring day but I just know that winter alone will never bring me enough snow.