I like snow. Snow is good. Good in my belly... wait, wrong commentary.
Snow is lovely though. Im new to the whole phenom., but it seems to me that once it creates a white blanket on the waking word, time seems to slow down. It is as if there is a lesser sense of urgency than exists in those hot muggy summer months in this region. It could be because my blood is cooler in the snow, but I dont think that is correct hypothesis. Everything appears more prestine than it was. A purified picturesque landscape everywhere you look. How can one not appreciate it?
Monday, December 05, 2005
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Wolfe, you have not yet been in Boston long enough to make a declaration of your likability of snow. Wait til the winter season has fully come to an end. At this point, your vision is blurred from the blizzard-like conditions and your head may have been hit with too many snowballs. Just looking out for you ;-)
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