It is all about the environment

For weeks now, I've felt as though I've been constipated and constrained by the famished, noisy environment. The sky has refused to bestow upon us the 'blessings' of the winter, and now it seems it is gushing with a vengeance. When I discovered upon waking up, the smooth, silent falling flakes, I wanted to jump up and down jubilantly in the manner of a child.

Just as a famished, super technosized (perhaps I've invented a new word) environment can bring me down to my knees from intense pain and anguish, snow has the uncanny ability to placate my frazzled nerves. It is akin to shooting valium up my veins, only without the horrific side-effects. Snow washes away the dust of everyday living; the anguish of having to endure a mechanical, inorganic environs. By blanketing the unnatural world around me in powder white, it takes away decades of world-weariness and cynicism.

Simply put: I love the snow. I could spend an eternity in it. Canada, when will you claim as one of your own?