I must admit, unlike many Canadians I actually like snow.
I know, how shocking!
There is a caveat. I like it in large quantities, not in small melt-away-slushie-muddy situations that make things feel dismal and dirty.
So, not as much of a fan of snow in Hamilton, or many cities, except when there's an awful lot of it.
And when there is an awful lot of it -- I find it rather refreshing. Suddenly the concrete jungle is no longer bland greys, but brilliant white; natural white.
It is part of what I miss from rural life. A snowstorm meant you were stuck for a while, isolated from the world around you.. well, actually, it meant not a lot of difference at all. It felt wonderful to me, not isolating or a nuissance. City life forces one to look at things differently - the dangerous driving (I'm not as worried about my ability to drive in snow, it's the others who haven't driven in a lot of snow I'd be worried about), the manditory shovelling, the maintainence trucks, the ice.. it really is made into a bigger hassle than it needs to be.
Snow is simple. I like simple, sometimes.
(Pictured above - spruce bush on a trail near Lake Agnes, in Banff, Alberta)
