When it comes to snow, I like it or I hate it. The word love never enters the picture. If I have plenty of food, enough smokes and enough to drink and don’t have to go out and get any of this stuff while the snow is falling down, I’m happy to look out my window and watch it snow.
While we’re on the subject of snow, I like it to be white. I know exactly what yellow snow is.
I’m not a fan of cold weather. I don’t care if it’s 16 degrees outside or minus 16 degrees. Cold is cold.
High winds with snow and the cold is a damn nightmare. To me this is hell. Give me the fires of hell over this stuff any old time.
Don’t get me started on ice or freezing rain.
Oatmeal always tastes better in the winter.
I like winter clothes better than any other season, mainly because winter clothes have more pockets.
I figure when the month of February is over, and February is a short month, winter is basically done. I don’t care if we get 39 inches of snow in March. At least the end of winter is in sight.
Those are a few of my winter thoughts. If you have some, feel free to share.
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