This is what my road looks like now - with a bluish twilighty twinge. Everyone I know is tired of snow.
The lighthouse down the road is tired of snow.
Even the snow is tired of the snow. Overworked, underappreciated with out-of-touch middle management. I can imagine a few flakes up in the clouds, lounging by a warm fire sipping bourbons, when they get the signal to go. They heave heavy sighs as they put down drinks, take off their slippers and roll to the edge the cloud. "See you guys at evaporation!" they shout as they drop off their cloud, grateful they have a job with the economy the way it is. (Photo of a historic home's gate down the road from us.) Guess this would make a fun kids book topic.."Snowflakes feel the USA works them too hard and they deserve a full 4 weeks off like the Europeans get."