Snow: A Love/Hate Relationship

I hate the snow. I didn't used to hate it. I have fantastic memories of sitting at my drawing table, which faced a wall of glass and having snowfall surround me as I worked into the early morning on an illustration or painting. It was so peaceful... I think mystical might be the word I would use to describe it; the atmosphere, the creative process, the flow. Athletes may describe it as being in the zone. I say it's just being.

Anyway.... I still love the snow if I can just sit back and watch it. I just don't like going out there and driving in it. I don't like being cold either. I'm just ready for spring.

Have a good night- drive safe.