La neige veuillez partir...

Cold weather returning, I think it prudent to speak of commonplace things. I hate snow. All its beauty is lost on me the moment I step into it. The chill claiming my toes, then face, then… lame-o. My car is in need of desperate repair, it is until further notice completely inoperable. I am as thrilled as I am put out. When the snow clears I will look forward to walking, that is for sure. I want the sun to warm me, I want to ride my bike, I want to leave this place. Merci.