|Time exposure taken out my back window. Yes...it's night.|
Snow and I have always had a love/hate relationship...
I love how clean it makes everything look.
I hate how the salt and cinders spread on the road dirty it up.
I love how it feels falling lightly on my face.
I hate how it feels sliding down the back of my neck.
I love that, because of it, I usually get to work from home.
I hate being cooped up in the house.
I love that it makes me drive slower and appreciate what's around me.
I hate that other people drive like maniacs in it.
I love standing out in it late at night. Everything is so quiet.
I hate the noise the snow plow makes going past my house.
I love that it reminds me that I live in an area with seasons.
I hate that cold seasons make me grumpy.
I love how it sticks to the trees.
I hate how it sticks to my shoes.
I love watching Molly burrow in it.
I hate having to towel her off when she comes inside.
I love watching out the window as The Hubby shovels it.
Hmmm, can't think of a "hate" for that.
How do you feel about snow?