For many years, I’ve participated in Holidailies in December. The idea is to post daily through the month, using optional prompts if you so choose. Clearly, this year I’m a bit off schedule, as it’s December 8 and I’m just mentioning it now. I blame vacation. But it’s definitely a project I enjoy and you should check out the portal to view some of the other writers who are posting. There’s a lot of great stuff out there, and perhaps you’ll discover some writers you otherwise wouldn’t have found.
My random prompt for today is:
Talk about snow. Did you grow up with it? Do you prefer snow or rain?
Okay, who prefers rain to snow? That person is crazy.
My first winter in the DC area was miserable. It felt like it was always 35 degrees and raining, and there is no more miserable weather. I don’t care how cold it gets, you can always bundle up, and once you’re inside, you can take off all those layers and be nice and toasty warm. When it’s cold and rainy, the dampness just gets through everything. Your feet end up all wet and as a short person, the bottoms of my pants always end up wet as well.
I much prefer the snow. Of course, no one knows how to drive in the snow in this city, so that’s fun. And I mean snow flurries. Three flakes fall from the sky and cars start crashing into things. So I just stay home.
There’s something magical about the snow. Even when it is feets and feets of snow, like we got last year.
It just makes everything look so pretty. Yes, it involves shoveling, but even that isn’t terrible. I love the silence after a snow. It’s like all the sound gets absorbed and the world is quiet.
So count me in for a snow lover. All the way snow. I can’t wait for the first snow of the year.
(As long as it doesn’t hit just as I’m trying to fly home for the holidays.)