Go, Snow

[X-posted to Daydream Believer]

I am a fan of snow only when it’s the very first snow of the season, when it’s falling and shortly thereafter, when everything is hushed and magical and clean, and it looks like the world has been tucked in with a really big, unblemished blanket. After that, the snow gets dirty and pocked and ugly, and the practicalities and inconveniences of having to live with it sink in, and I’m ready for it to go away and stay gone for another year. Which doesn’t usually happen, at least with the first snow.

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