So I hate snow. I'm not sure if I can even express how much I hate snow. If I didn't live here, I feel like every other negative thing that happens to me throughout the course of 12 months wouldn't even add up to equal the 4-5 months of snow I deal with in living here. If there weren't a few important things tying me up here, I'd have hitchhiked my way to Arizona by now.
However, I had to admit the beauty outside this morning. I got up around 8 and the sun still hadn't melted this fresh snow. It got really cold last night, below -10 with no wind to speak of, and we got a really light dusting of snow. I thought it looked pretty, so here ya go.
Sorry, shitty phone camera and uploaded-to-facebook-resolution, but I think it still looks nice :]
Canada has lots and lots and lots of snow. Just a few days ago we had flash-freeze rain; basically it rained really hard and it was just cold enough that the water froze almost instantly. My window kept changing from a torrent of water to a solid block of ice. It was pretty in it's own way.