By noon tomorrow, my county is expecting over a foot of snow. Yesterday, the weather felt calm and smelled like spring as my best friend and I made our way home from the coffee shop where we spent a half hour indulging in sugared caffeine and talking. I had hoped it was done snowing for the season even though it isn't even March. I have always been a Wisconsinite and should have more wisdom by now.
So, my displeasure is becoming yours. Write about a snowstorm. Is your character a southern-boy who moved north like my husband? Do you have an amusing story about skiing? It's time to envision white and write.