I hate the Snow

      The snowfall reminds me of a silent attempt at a cry for help. It reminds me of all the people who are ignored, all the people who plead for help but their pleas go unheard. Maybe I’m being too solemn. The snowfall reminds me of the negativity in the world. 

     Yes, it’s beautiful, but it reminds me of how we always look past the negative because of the beauty in the lies. The beauty blinds us and we keep believing these cold lies we’re thrown. 

     The snowfall reminds me that it’s below freezing temperatures & that makes ME feel cold. It makes me feel depressed. It makes me feel like another part of the beautiful lie we call life. 

     The snow turns to ice, or slush, & becomes a dangerous force, uncontrollable & turns everyday tasks like driving into life or death missions. It causes an Anxiety that can’t be gotten rid of by medication. It causes a worry that cannot be eased until the snow has melted.

     The snow also reminds me that Summer isn’t here yet. Gone are the days of sunshine, lush grass, swimming pools filled with shrieking & giggling children, barbecues that bring family & friends together. The snow means that family & friends are still expecting gifts.

     The snow means that we won’t be visiting grandma because the roads are too bad, it’s too cold. The snow mean there are very few reasons for family to get together. Snow means lots of layers & little sunshine. Snow means lots of accidents & impatient drivers.

     I only liked the snow when I was a kid, as I got older, I grew to detest the snow. The snow is the representation of isolation. It makes the world look dead. It’s makes the birds fly away. It makes the world quiet & foreboding.