Without snow, winter is just interminable cold with a dash of bitter wind. Or it's wet, cool weather that produces mud and head colds. Or it's shivering on the El platform and cursing this stupid goddamn weather.
But put snow on rooftops and winter becomes Winter. I can't be angry on that el platform if there's big, fat snowflakes falling all around me. I just can't. Yeah yeah yeah, driving sucks in snow, but driving sucks in rain, too, and we don't hate spring for that. Point being, snow is magical. I don't even mind mopping up the salt and sludge customers bring into the store, because I'm too busy pointing outside and going "LOOK IT'S SNOWING YOU GUYS LOOK LOOK LOOK!"
Here we see some "pretty old buildings" in picturesque Beijing, taunting me with their snowiness. I'm in Chicago, it's January, and the high for today tops fifty degrees. What the hell, Old Man Winter? Are you asleep, or did all that global warming finally kill you?
Of course, this could be the lull before the storm. Old Man Winter could be winding up for another gut-punch like last year. If so: good. I want to see lightning in a snowstorm again.
Sidenote 1: Blogger's interface changes how I type paragraphs next to postcards with every entry, so if the formatting seems wonky, thank the ghosts in the machine. Sidenote 2: according to wikipedia, [Red] carries a largely positive connotation, being associated with courage, loyalty, honor, success, fortune, fertility, happiness, passion, and summer. So don't worry, Jess! Happiness, passion, and summer look good on everyone!