Don't you miss the days where almost a foot and a half of snow would make your day instead of filling the mind with dread? A few winters ago my illusion was shattered when sheet ice a couple inches thick sent me crashing onto a frozen drainage pond, unable to escape for hours with no thought of just how grave the situation was. I don't think I am averse to the snow anymore, but when I've got a foot and a half and counting, I can't help but feel like I will not ever feel that innocent sense of joy. All impermanent indeed, but hey, I can be sure I'm not the only one whose mind changed that way hehe... anyone else stuck in the snow?
"One is not born a woman, but becomes one."- Simone de Beauvoir