Let It Snow, Let It Snow

Matt and I are both originally from the south -- snow has always been a rare treat (and that's especially true now that we're full-timing and tend to follow milder weather as we trek around the country). As soon as it starts to fall, we're outside like a couple of kids, building snowmen and having slushball fights, making snow angels and sliding down hills (I recently discovered that my boogie board does great double duty -- perfect for playing in the ocean during warm weather, and equally skilled at imitating a sled in winder months!) We have enough fun during the first 24 hours of a snowfall to last the rest of the winter -- and that's probably a good thing, because after a couple of days, I'm ready for the snow to go away and the world to dry out again!

I truly don't know how these northerners do it -- living months and months with the ground being covered in precipitation. I have no problem with the snow itself, but I'm not a fan of what it turns into after it's been laying around for a while. The cars and pedestrians beat all that beautiful white fluffiness down into a muddy slush, the snow plows leave dirty gray piles on the side of every road -- and as the temperature rises and falls, the remnants of what was my winter wonderland turn into ice. If snow could stay pristine throughout its entire stay, I might be able to tolerate it for longer. Although I will admit that after two solid months of actual winter, I'm ready to head back south for a little sunshine. Orlando, here we come!