S'no Problem

As I was standing out in the snow the other day, I realized how good I have it. More to the point, I realized how good it is going to be once this snow is gone, the temperature is 60 degrees warmer (Fahrenheit), and the warmth of the sun becomes something to shield ones skin and eyes from rather than welcomed. I digress, however, the crux of the matter is such that I appreciate the summer, nay, I adore the three months, give or take, of summer, most of all, right now. In that way, winter really is the best season. The pure white snow not only reflects what little sunlight shining on us from the south, it refracts through space and time, from six months in the future, a faint glimpse of sun, surf, sand, sandals, and sandias. To sum up, I have way to much time to myself.