I love snow. It’s the coldness that I have problem with. I still remember seeing snow the first time. It was a couple of months after I came to the Unites States. One day, my landlady shouted, “Snow! It’s snowing!” I rushed out of the house, looked up toward the sky, while opening my arms trying to catch as much snow as I could. I didn’t know how long I was out there. I turned myself around and around, giggling happily; I believed they were blessings from the sky; I thought I was one lucky person.
Many years have passed since then. Whenever it snows, I would still sit by the window, watching snow fall. If it’s warm enough, I would still go out catching some.
I know what you are thinking. You think I probably wouldn’t love snow that much if I am the one who has to clean our driveway. Well, I do like shoveling “dry and light” snow if it is not too windy and not too cold. 😉
With that said… I don’t mind to have an early spring. Really. (Please?)
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