I just want to note that yesterday’s snow looked beautiful sparkling in the moonlight, and glittered like diamonds in the sunlight today — I do like marveling at the individual flakes that you can make out when looking closely. However, that’s where the fascination with the stuff ends.
As beautiful as the freshly fallen fluff is, if I never had to see it again for the rest of my life, it would be no loss to me. I hate driving in it, slipping on it, and cleaning the melted mess off of my kitchen floor. And as an educator, I do not enjoy snow days either, not that I don’t like sleeping in. But I would much rather go to school and get my work done than have to spend the morning clearing the driveway, only to go in the next day with an aching back, and having to make up the day in June. Nope. It’s as simple as this: I really HATE SNOW.