Snow. Yay.

We had our first few snowflakes yesterday.
Not a fan.
I used to get butterflies in my belly at the first sight of snow.
No more.
Snow before Thanksgiving was a treat; snow before Christmas was mandatory.
Now?
Now, I want warmth and life year-round.
Maybe it's age.
Maybe I don't want to be denied the pleasures of spring and summer and early fall.
Or maybe I just don't want slush in my shoes.