I used to. Now it's bleh. But I miss it. I don't miss the shoveling or the wet soppy clothes, but I miss the pristine beauty of it all. The morning when you wake up from the first snow fall, all the roads and yards are covered in a white blanket. It's totally untouched from the world.
And then dogs pee on it, and snow plows come and its all dirty, and then you have to shovel it all and nearly die of exhaustion.
But it's not really really snow, okay so it's snow techinally but it's not what I'm used to. You wont think little flurries is snow until you have an eight foot snow drift blocking your front door. We should spend a week in winter in the moutains in a cabin with a fireplace and a lake/pond/water source outside.
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Date: 2005-01-27 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-01-27 12:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-29 04:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-29 05:35 am (UTC)And then dogs pee on it, and snow plows come and its all dirty, and then you have to shovel it all and nearly die of exhaustion.
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Date: 2005-01-29 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-29 06:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-29 07:06 am (UTC)(Seriously, snow is snow no matter how much there is. Whether is flurries or drifts or storms it's still snow.)
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Date: 2005-01-29 07:29 am (UTC)