It’s snowing!
It’s snowing! I love snow! I love it! I love it on the first day it snows.
I love it all the way up until it stops being a pretty postcard and starts looking like the inside of a 3-pack-a-day emphesema-riddled smoker.
I love it until I have to get in my car and drive in it.
I love it until until it accumulates and I have to shovel my driveway and sidewalk of it.
I love it until until I have to trudge from the train in 2 feet of it, in the road because the sidewalks, if there even are any, aren’t plowed.
Then I hate it. I really, really hate it.