It’s snowing in Somewheres, VA. And I don’t like it.
It’s never just snow. It’s usually snow, followed by rain, then hail, then cows, then fireballs from the heavens. I miss the old days, when snow was just snow. No rain, no icicles, no visions of me falling to my death as soon as I leave this building. Actually, that’s the problem. I complain out of pure fear. The idea of attempting to make it from here to my car without an accident is almost unbearable. I’m terrified!