Not a blizzard, but close enough.

Here in the mountains, it isn't exactly uncommon for us to get tons and tons of snow. The elevation and the weather constantly make us all their slaves, and I have a feeling my allergies are going to go crazy once everything starts blooming.

Coming from somewhere where snow was almost like a myth, it never ceases to make me feel calm. You get the dark clouds that start to hover over the town, and then the slow gentle fall of snow begins. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, becomes white and beautiful, especially when the sunlight makes individual flakes start to shimmer like jewel on the ground. Absolute paradise.

Until the storm REALLY hits. Then all holy hell breaks loose. Cars begin sliding on roads. Roofs collapse. Frostbite attacks you (or other people who weren't smart enough to wear gloves while walking for 30 minutes in 10 degree weather.)

The past few days, I've had the "pleasure" of walking to an 8 AM Ear Training class IN ONE DEGREE FAHRENHEIT WEATHER. Not exactly what I can call a good time. Every day, I've had to get dressed, put on a hoodie, a leather jacket, gloves, and a beanie before even considering grabbing my books for the day. And each day, I've been about ten minutes late. Why is it that snow seems to make everything pretty and horrible at the same time?

Looks really can be deceiving.