Snow

Today, I flew home to Portland to spend the weekend with my family. While standing in line at the Salt Lake City security checkpoint, I received a call from my mother, warning me that I might need to take public transit in order to get home, due to the impending snowstorm.

Three hours after that phone call, my plane touched down in Portland. Except for a few pathetically small white patches, there was no evidence that any snow had fallen at all--the ground was mostly wet, like it had rained. When we landed, it was still "snowing", per se--occasional, specky little flakes that were barely legit snowflakes at all. I walked off the plane and past the security checkpoint to find my dad waiting for me on the other side. As we walked out to the parking garage, he informed me that my siblings' schools had been cancelled because of the snow.

Yep, this is the snowless world that I come from.

That's why I'm so happy to live in the abundance of snow that is Provo! (Even though we're apparently having a mild winter, it's still an abundance to me!) I love the snow. I love watching it fall, I love walking in it, I love playing in it and building things with it, and yes, I even love eating it. Plus, snow makes everything prettier. No argument necessary. See below :)

Too bad we don't get any in Portland. But hey, if we did, would I love it as much as I do right now? Plus, it makes for some good entertainment. Below is an example of how Portlanders drive in the snow--because we don't know how. Enjoy :)