It's White

I am no longer dreaming of a white Christmas. It is here in all its fluffy glory. Snow. Everywhere. It was here already, so we did not have to worry too much. The roads were getting that brownish snow look, which is kind of gross, but other than that, it has been pretty cool.

I grew up where the snow did not ever come. Something about climate. It hardly ever rains there, so why would it snow? So, it is neat to see it and be a part of it.

I am somewhat fascinated by the idea of being able to handle harsh climates. Not that this is a harsh climate, but where I am from, everything is harsh. If one cannot wear shorts every day of the year, it is harsh. The concept of having to go out and shovel a driveway. Or learning to drive in snow. These are the things that a wild imagination thrives on.