How do you feel about snow?
I live in Texas. South Texas. I have seen snow twice since I have lived here 20 years. It was pretty pathetic but it paralyzed the city. People totally freaked out, even though it was just a little dusting of snow which melted as soon as the sun came out. It was pretty funny, actually.
I grew up and lived in upstate New York State for 40 years so I know snow. I love snow unless I have to drive in a blizzard. I love snow. I love the way it feels as it crunches under your boots as you walk across it. I look to go cross-country skiing. I love scraping the snow off a pond so that I can go ice-skating. I love catching snowflakes on my tongue as they fall from the sky–the big fluffy, ones. I love watching snow fall during the night with the lights on in the house, and sitting with a cup of hot cocoa, knowing that I will have to shovel the driveway in the morning (I’m not to fond of that but I know that the kids will be around in the morning looking to make money by shoveling so that makes me feel better).
I miss the snow. Snow epitomizes winter for me. Even though I’ve lived in south Texas for 20 years, you’d think I’d be used to winters without snow. But I’m not. I still miss snow.