Let It Snow
I grew up in northern Vermont where snow was almost a constant. Spring waited until May, followed by a brief summer and briefer fall. By October, snow regained it's rule. Roads that were snow-blocked for days and drifts as high as power lines were common parts of that winter experience. Some loved it. They strapped on their skis or climbed onto their snowmobiles and went out to enjoy their winter wonderland. I hated that white stuff. I had no interest in winter hobbies. I hated wading through it, shoveling through it, driving through it. I don't claim to be a fast learner. I spent most of my first half-century coping with it, accepting it. Until the November day when I climbed on a plane headed for Georgia. The world was white and the temperature was 6F, when we took off. Two hours later, I arrived to fall leaves and temperatures in the 60's. Sure I'd known it was warmer ...