Every time I see snow start to fall it’s like the beginning of a horror movie. In the beginning things seem pleasant enough as the snow falls softly from the sky, leaving a beautiful blanket of snow on the ground. Everything looks pristine and fresh and there’s a quietness that seems to wrap the world. And in such a picturesque place, what could possibly go wrong?
And then things get bad. [Cue ominous music.] The snow just won’t go away. It mounts. And suddenly, it’s not so pretty any more but has a dangerous undertone. It creates havoc. Disrupting work. Creating treacherous driving conditions. Trapping you indoors. Daring you to brave its cold and icy conditions. It’s no fun at all.
So I’m always happy to see snow go. I was irritated when snow started falling last Thursday (and stayed for long tortuous days), but I revel in the rain that has washed all that troublesome snow away. [Pause.] I have never loved rain more.