Snow Slum

            Some of you probably read my article from December that expressed my desperation for a snow storm. Fast forward into the future and here I am, walking around snow banks that are taller than me. And the kicker is, we didn’t have to sacrifice anyone to the snow gods—this actually came naturally.

            Now a majority of you remembered that last week was Groundhog’s Day. You don’t recall? Well, maybe that is because the groundhog was buried in snow because of that day’s snow storm.

            When I was younger, a.k.a. when I was in high school, I used to wish more than anything that the groundhog would not see its shadow. I remember from the show Little Bear that used to be on Nick Jr. that a shadow scared away the groundhog and that no shadow didn’t (probably youtube the video and you won’t forget). So I wished and wished and wished. And every single year the groundhog saw his shadow and went to sleep for another six weeks. Now, I have no objections for sleeping a little later, but WAKE UP, GROUNDHOG! It is time to be out and about, dancing around and making all that snow do away.

            I must say, the worst part about this winter/spring situation is that, since I live on the third floor of a house, I wake up in the morning and the sun is shining and the temperature is controlled to a nice 71° inside. I instantly believe it is spring. Then I look outside at the ground and the red fire hydrant across the street is almost completely covered in snow and the bleak trees stand like ugly toothpicks jutting out of the ground. I want warmth! I want color! I want spring! I want fruit every color of the rainbow. I want to drink outside while basking in the natural warmth of the sun. I want the little golden dandelions budding from luscious grass. I want the slackers sitting outside, blaring music and tanning when they are supposed to be in class.

            Six more weeks of winter (but probably more) might mean a sacrifice to the spring gods.