Oh, the weather outside is weather.
Oh winter, how I loathe it and love it. Snow walks, skating downtown, hot chocolate, sledding. Thousands of layers, frostbitten fingers, long underwear, runny noses. My opinion changes from hour to hour, and it usually corresponds directly to the number of slushy puddles I've accidentally stepped in. I'll keep trying to focus on the positives, although I might start dumping Kahlua into the cocoa.