I have a love/hate relationship with the snow. Living near the mountains, we see our fair share of it each year. I think it's breathtakingly beautiful. Perfect, crisp, gorgeous to behold. I love sitting inside by the fire, and gazing through the window at the unbroken landscape extending out behind my home.
I am not so fond of driving in it. Slick, icy roads, low visibility, and cold that seeps in through the door cracks. It's even worse when the fuse that has it in for me blows, and the heater goes out.
I dream of exotic islands during the winter, but I don't think I'll ever call any other place home.
