I grew up in Canada and have seen my fair share of winter over the years. Sometimes it gets nasty.
Eventually I dragged myself out of bed and went about my morning routine, and after a little coffee and some yogurt the idea of snow didn’t seem quite so terrible. Then I got THE call. Back home we would listen to the radio obsessively on snowy days waiting for THE call - SNOW DAY.
Thank you snow - I think we can be friends again.