What I would give for even a smattered dusting of snow to cover up this barren, brown and grey turdscape we call western Pennsylvania. It's cold as balls, but only on days that are cloud free. The few days we have precipitation are, unfortunately, always the warm ones and we just get rain. Pennsylvania used to get feet of snow by late November, now we're lucky to get morning frost until at least mid January.
I miss the white christmases of my childhood. Fuck.
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