They say that Eskimos have over 100 words for snow.
Snow way it's actually possible, but I think it'd be ice of us Americans to pay our due respects to the white stuff like our Eskimo brothers. I mean, think of the other possible weathers. A beautiful, sunny day burns us, rain wets us, lightning shocks us, tornadoes send us flying around willy-nilly. Comparatively, snow is pretty chill.
For starters, it's beautiful. Just look at it:
It's the only thing that can cover the grime of New York. It's nature's version of sweeping the dirt under the rug, which I definitely don't ever do, for any of my wives reading this right now. And don't even get me started on how cool it is when it snows while you're being lazy and sleeping. Waking up and seeing everything covered in white is truly a magical experience. I mean, give it a couple of days and the grime turns snow into the living embodiment of Hepatitis, but initially, it's beautiful to look at. If snow was a girl, it would be so hot it would immediately melt. Its looks alone earn snow a 10/10.
Now, let's talk about what it does to my dog. Normally a well-adjusted pupper, snow does something to him. It's like his Houston lineage is baked into his DNA. Generations of dogs who've never experienced snow, all having a simultaneous meltdown. Just look at him:
I should honestly Photoshop some cops behind him in this picture.
He spazzes out and runs around like a dingus. It's pretty amazing. That alone is worth the price of having to wear 80 layers of clothes.
Snow also grants me the opportunity to annoy Rachel even more often than normal. Ambushing her with a snowball or pegging her from across the street is always good for a laugh. [Rachel Note: Cody actually fell for the 'what's the snow smell like/shove snow in face' trick. He's truly an idiot.] Also, building, then subsequently wrecking snowmen is dope.
I thought trudging to work through the snow would be awful, but it's honestly impressive how efficiently New York brushes off winter storms. The subways almost always run, and when they're not, you can always catch a cab. City workers salt the roads like a crazed Applebee's chef. Advancing Roman armies have nothing on these guys. There's also the chance that we get a blizzard and my company puts us up in a hotel, which sounds like the most fun ever.
For years, the people of the north have told me how much snow sucks. But I think the Starks are wrong. Winter is nothing to fear. It's hot chocolate, warm pajamas and most importantly, stupid amounts of snow falling from the sky. I give snow a perfect 5 out of 5 Gregg T's.
