After reading Bill McKibben’s Eaarth, I felt relieved to be back in a place where it snowed just in case I never got to see snow again.
OK, I’ve seen it.
You can stop with the snow now.
PS, remind me of this come August.
PPS, I really do prefer winter to a buggy, sticky, fry-an-egg-on-your-forehead New York-style summer.
Copyright 2014, Lori Fontanes