I want to give everyone permission to enjoy the beauty of the snow.
Even though it's really cold. Even though it's March. Even though the roads are bad. Even though we live in Canada and for some reason we are trying to break free of snow being our defining characteristic. Even though you may be a Calgarian pessimist. Even though it eventually melts and gets brown and slushy.
You have permission to break free of all these excuses that typically restrain you and to unabashedly adore the lightest ever flakes falling about you and the pure white fluff that puffs around your feet and the way your cheeks get pleasantly pink after a chilly winter frolic.
It might feel unnatural, maybe a little rebellious, but it's really quite nice....