While driving up to central Washington earlier this week, I saw snow-capped mountains for the first time in ages.
I forgot how beautiful snow can be when you haven’t seen it in a while. As I was driving, my eyes darting all over the place, I remembered something important.
Oh yeah, I don’t like snow.
Growing up in the Northwest, snow was something that was just rare enough to be interesting. Whenever it began to snow in the winter, students would always run to the window. But snow would also shut down the area I lived.
If it snowed, it meant I was stuck. I couldn’t see my friends or do anything fun.
Granted, I will likely never get over seeing Christmas decorations up when it’s 75 and sunny, but I’ll still take the sunshine over the cold and white any day of the week.