Last night, while I was sleeping soundly, it snowed. Part of me was excited by it. Snow has this magical ability to seem to transform even the most trashy of streets into a winter wonderland. I love that the first snow of the year seems like such a joyous and fun occasion. However, the other part of me (probably the part of me that grew up in Florida) abhors the cold and the snow. That part of me was calculating just how much extra time it would take trying to navigate the snowy streets (and in affect how much later this would make me), if it would ruin my shoes, and if I would fall down again (which has become an annual tradition).
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