I Love the snow. I Love romping in it. I Love walking in it. Snalking while SWALKing. I adore what’s all over the roads and my lawn and my hair right now.
It doesn’t mean I’m not snuggling in my basement away from it for a sec, nor does it mean I’m not a LEETLE worried about getting places this weekend, but… sheer rarity means I’m more than willing to suffer inconvenience for the sheer wonder of my favourite precipitation.
And now we get moar MOAR!