The band of light snow and sleet serves primarily to discombobulate the senses. There is only one moment when snow has even a little bit of charm. And that moment is the four or five seconds immediately after three foot of snow has fallen. It's a very, very, very brief moment, followed quickly by a sure understanding of what hell might be like.
For myself I cannot wait for this winter to be a thing of the past. I had
attempted to adopt a positive attitude, I considered possibly taking an interest
in some sort of winter sport like jig-saw puzzling, I tried to wake up with
smile and a song, the Alleluia Chorus or something, I gave some thought to
vitamin D supplements, I even tried to give up smoking so I didn't have to go
outside every twenty minutes. All this to no avail.