I have a love-hate relationship with snow.
When I was little, I used to love seeing a huge blanket of snow on the ground because that meant all the neighborhood kids would come out and go sledding and make snowmen and have snowball fights. Now, my friends and I are all older, and have moved onto college and adult things that we don’t spare a glance anymore.
Now, I use snow as a way to anticipate a snow day and hope my college classes will be canceled for a day. Everyone needs a break once in a while, and the weekends are fun, but too quick.
But right now, it’s March. And after a few days of having the snow melt and seeing flicks of grass pop out, my town was hit with another huge snowfall. And I’m starting to grow tired of it.
Like the saying goes, “March goes in like a lion and out like a lamb.” When you’re living in a city like Albany, however, you can’t be too sure. I’ve lived in this city all my life, and now I’ve come up with the conclusion that the weather is constantly at war. It could be snowing one week and then the next, it’s pure sunshine and flowers. Maybe that’s the case for the snowfall now. I’m just not a very patient person to wait for the sun to come out.
Snow, (not like you can hear this or read this), I love you and I appreciate what you do, but please, take it easy a bit. I’d like to go out and do stuff, but with the way the roads are and how the weather app gives the report on driving conditions, it’s not looking so good.
Someone who’s restlessly waiting for the warm spring weather