Living in a Winter Wonderland

That white stuff has appeared again. It used to be just tiny pieces that appeared in the night like spots or freckles, but they’d soon fade away when the sun came up. This morning, it’s fallen from the sky and it feels like having a ton of someone else’s hair on your head. Some folk will come out and clear the road or even the drive; and at least that gives me a bit of a breather. Some will open their windows to ensure that they get a clear view of the outside world; though most will just stay at home in the warm and crank up the heat. And while it’s nice that they’ve got the heating on and that it reaches my roots, it still feels cold up top. No-one dares to climb up and clear it off the roof. So when the temperature drops, it sticks to me like gum in my hair. Brr!