Oh the weather outside is frightful

I've not been around for a bit due to the wonderful snowfall! How exciting!  I am a massive lover of snow, it's easily my favorite form of precipitation, and not just because it you can use it to make balls and men and stuff. (That doesn't sound great, does it?)  My love of snow is three fold.

1. It's beautiful.  It is, isn't it? Go to any dirty industrial town, (I didn't have to travel,) on a day when it's had a good covering of the white stuff, and it will look like a *insert name of landscape artist* masterpiece. I'm not big on artists, as you can probably tell.  The sight of untouched snow could bring a tear to a glass eye.  Granted, it looks like God's skidmark once it starts to melt and cars drive through it and such.

b. It's cold, but it makes it warmer. I get that that statement is nonsense. I do. But how much warmer does it seem to get when it snows? I went for a walk when the snow was at it's deepest, and found myself unzipping my coat. How mad is that?

III. School's closed! Is there a better thing that a free day off school? The widespread panic brought on by the snow tends to close every school for a hundred miles! It's the greatest single occurrence in childhood if you ask me, closely followed by getting a thickarse stand-in teacher when yours is off.

And now, the snow has all gone, and I have to think about something more interesting to write on here...