It's Raining...No Snowing

I looked out the window and what did I see? Rain? no. Popcorn? no. SNOW. And a lot of it--scattered across the parking lot, sprinkled on the pool side, and draped over anything that can (and did) stand still over the course of last night--including that homeless man on the corner of 5th (this may or may not be a bit of an exaggeration).

I have graced the mountains of Utah for the majority of my life. And yet, i have never become acclimated to the evil that is snow...or basically any weather condition that falls below 50 degrees Fahrenheit.

Artistically speaking I think snow is quite pretty when it wants to be. Of course I'm excluding the times that the snow has fallen on the road, been plowed, covered in dirt, mud, grease, and car exhaust, scattered with garbage, and the end result looks what appears to be a creature from a sci-fi adventure film.

I believe the only snow I truly appreciate is the one part of the movie Fantasia, when the snow fairies traipse around the woodland sprinkling their bits of frost on anything that they encounter. I think I mainly appreciate this due to their immaculate figure skating skills. And since I've decided to be a figure skater when I grow up, it seems to make sense. (that's right friends, I'm going to be a figure skater, no I haven't really started yet, but Landon and I are going tonight, so I'll be a pro in no time).

As to my true hatred of the snow, it's really quite simple. Snow=cold snow=wet. There's really no need for explanations. I basically hate the outdoors when it begins the winter season, and since that season is now upon me, I hate it. It's like a ... oh I forget what it's called, but it's like "Why is the sky blue? Because it reflects the ocean. Why is the ocean blue? Because it's reflects the sky," You see what I mean.

Yes, I'm very bored as you can possibly tell, so I think this is enough for now. I'll no doubt talk to you later. Good day sir.

-L