I hate winter. I hate snow. I hate cold.
HOWEVER, if it's going to be winter, be freaking winter. I want blizzards and snow days and hibernation and bleakness.
Those are the kinds of days that make the first days of spring so special. A tough winter makes the spring feel like a time of renewal, of starting over. The first days of open windows or lidless cars, the people outside with silly grins on their faces after being basically holed up (as best they can be) for a few months, kids playing outside, going for walks, flowers poking through where only a month or so before it was blankets of snow, then mud, then beauty.
This winter sucks, and it may as well be called The Longest Fall.
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