Denver digs out and in the Great White North; I am walking around with my winter coat undone and my gloves in my pockets. This is just wrong, and not only that - there is no snow in the forecast for the next 7 days. The highs are to range from 3 to 8 Celsius.
I use to like living in a country which had four distinct changes of seasons. And yes, I like snow. Snow made living in Toronto bearable in the winter. The air would smell clean and the streets would look good; nothing like a snowfall to cover and pretty up the litter. Since the fall, all it has been is one long day of smelly and dirty with a little rain mixed in to stiffen one’s joints. And snow has become nothing more than a childhood memory and that is just wrong.
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