Dear Snow,
Hi there. How are you doing? I am doing fine, thanks.
No, wait, I cannot start this letter with a lie. I am not doing fine, in fact I am terrible. See, the thing of it is, snow, I hate you. I really, really hate you. Part of the reason I enjoy living in Toronto so much is that we usually have a relative lack of snow. Bless that big lake to the south, it stays warm over the winter, and keeps us from getting too snowy. Scientists may call it the “lake effect”, but I just call it a little piece of heaven. And for the majority of my 35 years, it has worked like a charm.
But now, here we are in 2007, winter does not officially start for days and days, and already we have had more snow than we had all of last winter. Yes, more snow in the fall than in the entirety of last winter. This is not cool, not cool at all. 25 centimetres this past weekend alone! That is ill. Unjust.
I understand there are some who are looking forward to a “white Christmas”, and I must admit to having some nostalgia for playing in the snow as a child, and it is really nice to see my boys play in the snow. Could we find a balance? Maybe after Christmas, you could just disappear for a few weeks. Melt. You can come back for a while in February, and for your traditional “I can’t believe we are gettimg more snow” fall in early April. But for now, take a break, please?
Thanks,
Drew Beatty
