I hate winter.
Like, I hate it.
Like I hate the cold.
Like the cold itself.
But I don’t hate the snow.
I’m still in love with snow.
The snow is a big part of my life, even if I’m just a bit bored of it right now.
The first time I got snow on my face I was so excited to see it, so excited, so desperate to get it.
The thing about snow, though, is that I love it when it falls.
Snow is beautiful.
Snow on a wall is beautiful, and snow on a beach is beautiful to me.
But it doesn’t do me any good if I have to wait a year for it to return.
And I want it to be here, so I can enjoy the snow, too.
It’s part of our culture.
It means we have traditions, it means we make food.
And it’s a way to make memories.
I want snow, not just because I’m looking for snow but because snow is important.
It is our history.
The way it falls has a big impact on us, and it has a great deal to do with our cultures.
But the reason I hate snow is because I know that it will eventually come back.
I don`t want to wait.
I know it will come back someday.
And if I don´t have it by then, well, then, I will be in a lot of pain.
There is a lot that we all love about winter, and even if we love snow, we still love snow.
And even if it’s not snowing, I still love it.