Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.
I remember three- and four-week-long snow days, and drifts so deep a small child, namely me, could get lost in them. No such winter exists in the record, but that's how Ohio winters seemed to me when I was little - silent, silver, endless, and dreamy.
Some years ago I gave a concert in the mountains with snow all around, and that was much colder.
The winter's a little bit daunting in Montana.
Although I love snow, it messes things up terribly around Seattle, with all of our hills. I worry about my loved ones driving.
It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small.
In winter I go skiing on Saturdays and Sundays when the slopes are quieter due to changeover day for tourists, and in summer I hike up into the mountains at sunset, just as the village is settling down to dinner.
We have had a very severe frost and deep snow this month. My thermometer was one day fourteen degrees and a half below the freezing point, within doors.
I'm practical, very data-driven, and process-oriented. If I look at a radar and see a giant green blob coming toward me, I'm thinking it's probably going to snow.
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.