Snow. It's Just Rain That Got Lucky...
I woke up yesterday to a marshmallow world.
I love snow. Living in Scotland, I'm well used to rain - a constant fine drizzle seems to be the norm, apart from five minutes of summer in July, or thereabouts.
So snow is just rain with character. Rain with personality - raindrops are like uniformed paratroops, but each snowflake is refreshingly unique. Thankfully, they also don't all scream in unison when you shape them into a snowman (a tragic stab at lasting fame that's always ultimately doomed to failure) or a snowball (a brief, fleeting career that's bound to end in tragedy, one way or another).
"Aye, you're not so unique now, are you," say nameless legion of kids, as they mash thousands of airy flakes together into something a bit more substantial.
I love snow. Not too big a fan of it when it hits me in the back of the head and swiftly turns back into cold water, though.
posted by lostdog @ 11:44 pm
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Nice pictures. I love snow too - it only snows here about once a year and doesn't last more than a day. However, I do live about 45 minutes from a good ski area, so I can't complain too much.
Yeah, the snow hasn't lasted too long over here either. When it first fell, it was great, but now there's a few front gardens I pass on my wander to work which have snowmen that have seen better days. They were great when they were in their prime, but now they've started to melt a little they just look like they're being slowly tortured and frozen in their agony.
How come that first picture is up too many times?
That and, lovely snowy day pictures. Snow is kind of sweet and cheering when you aren't required to traverse it with any great speed.
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