Ice slickens the freeways and streets, dampening the poor out-of-towners confidence in their driving abilities, and giving the Utahans opportunity to demonstrate their ludicrous driving habits. It lies in wait for the unsuspecting pedestrian , calling the bottom of their shoes to duel, in which the soles will invariably loose. During the night it deftly spreads itself over the cars, until the morning when this villain laughs as a would-be driver attempts to break the seal it has created from the door to the car’s body. In contrast, snow is not so mean. It’s flakes gently fall to the earth, a friendly pat on the back after a hard day, or a tickle on your cheek to brighten an afternoon. Snow wants you to be happy – it lets you mold it into plump snowmen, flirtatious snowballs, and adrenaline-coated sledways. It swaddles the mountains in a magnificent glittering blanket, enjoyable to see from both inside with a mug of hot cocoa or outside with cute boots and mittens. Thank you, snow, for making winter bearable.
(Of course, if Provo had neither, I'd be down.)
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