Sean put it best when he wrote this, about the challenges of massive snowfall for those on foot. I had decided that I was going to try to be positive about winter this year, seeing as it will be my last New England winter and I’m vowing not to waste energy being angry about unchangeable things. But then I face a three-foot-high snowbank and puddles of icy sludge and the potential of broken bones everywhere I turn, and positivity just can’t sustain itself. I can’t wait to be back in California, where snow is something you can go visit by choice, and then come home when you’re done with it and be in a dry and sunny place again. Sigh.