Do you know what day it is?
Anyway....
It's funny, really, how much people hate snow by the end of the season. When that first muddy, brown patch appears in the yard in March, it's cause for celebration. But that doesn't stop them from waiting with bated breath for that first glittering frost of December, that first fluttering silver flake that signals the unofficial start of winter. We've forgotten, perhaps, how long and dark the winter gets. We're ready for the cold, sparkly veneer to wash away the dull leftovers of a summer that dragged out too long and hot, like it does every year. That's why I love Indiana weather; the summers are too hot and the winters are too cold and both of them stay too long, but hell, it keeps you on your toes. And when the seasons change, that first breath of spring or that first glistening snowfall is pure magic, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Yeah, it snowed today. Snew, if you will. Grand.
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