Okay kids, here on the 35th Avenue SW hill it's officially snow. It's piled on the wires, roofs and telephone poles I can see out the window from here; if I get up and look at the road, it's white. Ta da, I hope y'all are happy now.
To be honest, I think it's pretty, and I don't mind it as long as going out in it remains voluntary. But that voluntary part is pretty key.
Looking out at the spot where
And still it snows. Clearly