Your thick white flakes wreak frizzy hair havoc on my curly locks.
My bones shudder with a seemingly permanent state of frozen when you force me to walk the mile to work wearing my very favorite striped tights.
Function over fashion, not I.
But how stunningly gorgeous you make even the simplest of daytime sceneries look.
Fresh layers of snow.
The first snow.
Sparkling, fluffy, magical, transformative, serene, childlike, white. Pure white.
That is until it turns yellow.
February arrives, and you decide to grace our earthly presence with a whirling twirling blowing snowing bounty of flakes. Not the good kind.
Then, I tend to not like you anymore.
You cost me $9 cab rides home.
You tease me with the promise of unfulfilled snow days.
You mercilessly take it out on my poor car by burying it in 3-foot drifts.
Snow gets inside my winter boots.
My eyeglasses are in desperate need of windshield wipers.
And only the thought of eating cold ice cream, drinking hot tea and reading two of my favorite magazines while wrapped in my favorite fleece blanket in the comfort of my own apartment keeps me from going absolutely insane with snow-hating rage.
Oh winter, how I love to hate you.
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