When I was growing up in snow country, snow was always a wondrous thing, for about five minutes, as I stared out the window at it from the comfort of our living room. But inevitably it mutated into the road-salt slushy, soot-covered, ice-hiding amalgam that clung to the ground like a dying vampire till about the end of March, and sometimes into April. So I escaped the snowy tundra and, ever since, have basked each winter in the balmy cool of Southern California. The mountains are wondrously snow covered, especially this year. And the snow is just the right distance away. I love to see it through my car window as I cruise the dry freeway.
When I was growing up in snow country, snow was always a wondrous thing, for about five minutes, as I stared out the window at it from the comfort of our living room. But inevitably it mutated into the road-salt slushy, soot-covered, ice-hiding amalgam that clung to the ground like a dying vampire till about the end of March, and sometimes into April. So I escaped the snowy tundra and, ever since, have basked each winter in the balmy cool of Southern California. The mountains are wondrously snow covered, especially this year. And the snow is just the right distance away. I love to see it through my car window as I cruise the dry freeway.
BTW what does your job entail?