I miss snow. I love to hate it but when it comes down to it there's nothing like waking up, or walking out of class or work, to find a fresh, fluffy 2-3 inches. Everything's so quiet and peaceful. It's dead silent while you're driving around, and most people stay in. Some of my favorite memories as a kid are riding shotgun with a blanket and a thermos of hot cocoa, as my dad drove a plow truck and the snow came down.
Enough reminiscing. Next week when we get our first real snowfall I'm sure I'll be complaining.
You southerners need to experience a nice northern snowfall. Very very cool. I've lived up here all my life and I'm still fascinated when it snows.