Snow!

For my freshman year of college, I went to this little private school in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. Come wintertime, I discovered that my desert raised self really had no grasp on what 'cold' truly meant. At first the snow and ice was a cause for excitement, I had only ever seen snow three other times in my *life*, so having it everyday was something truly magical. At first.

Snow and I started to have issues very quickly. I lived in the dorms on the top of a steep hill, and all of my classes were at the bottom of this hill. Very quickly, people came to assume that there would be wet stains on my butt from falling and sliding down the ice hill.

The second thing about Snow that started to get to me was the fact that it was SO WET. My socks were wet, my pants were wet, and as a side note, converses are NOT snow shoes, however stylish they might be.

Then came Christmas break. Finally, I would be going back to the desert, back to warmth and sun. My friend Adam offered me a ride to the airport (that was about... 40-60 minutes away from the school, if I'm remembering right) with his '89 pick up truck. And, yes, Adam was a very good friend of mine, but his shifting abilities were... a little unpracticed. Ah, the joys of a stick shift. The first problem came when he couldn't actually get the car OUT of the parking spot. He had parked on an incline, and because of the ice, he simply could not get enough traction to back out. Now, me being the closet genius I am, I suggest that everyone besides Adam pile into the back of the truck, and that gives it enough umph to back up then get on the road.

So now me and Adam are driving along, and we pass over this old rickety bridge. I think I remember him saying "it's ok," as I slowly realized what was happening. There was a patch of black ice once we exited the bridge, and we were spinning to the left. We continue spinning until we are now facing traffic, in a ditch on the side of the road. He tries to get over the slope, and a thought slowly crosses my mind.

"We're sideways."

Now, we weren't entirely sideways, but I think if even a gentle breeze had hit us we would have rolled to depths unknown (which included an icy lake- the reason for the bridge in the first place). He's determined, but the truck just can't get out. We ended up perpendicular to the road, our weight supported by a few scarily thin trees.

He calls 911 from his cell, (thank goodness for technology) and they ask where we are. "Uhm. We're by the snow. Oh, there's some trees as well."

A tow truck DOES show up though, (along with another tow truck, and a police car), and we ride in the tow truck until we get to a little town where the ice isn't as bad.

I bought him some hot chocolate at starbucks.

So, thinking the ordeal is over, I get ready for the sun back home.

Except, after being there for about a week, the unthinkable happens.

It snows there too.

Fine, Snow, you may have won this time, but surely you can't- Yep. The year after that? When I'm living in Texas? It snows there too. A lot.

The year after when I'm back in the desert? Not actual SNOW, but there were snowflakes.

And this is why I believe that Snow just has a hard time expression his emotions, and he has diverted his efforts to stalking me.