I love snow, but I don't love driving in it. Actually, that's not true. If all the idiots on the road would stay home I wouldn't mind it at all.Oh, sorry 'bout that bit of bitterness. The first snowfall this morning meant my morning commute was 2 hours. That put me in a kinda sour mood. Let's get right to the poetry, shall we?
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
— Robert Frost
