I always get really excited about snow, and whether it is because of the prospect of staying home the next day, the novelty of it, or the clean landscape it creates, every snowflake seems to thrill me. I look forward to the icy mess, the water frozen–mid-drip–from the roof, powerlines, tree branches, and bumpers.
Unfortunately, I haven’t lived in places that give me this satisfaction 100% guaranteed, so the weather doesn’t always deliver upon my dream.
In this case, what happens to a dream deferred is that it melts into a slushy mess upon hitting the warm pavement.
