There were times I liked the snow.
When I was a kid, for example, playing with my sister in the front yard.
There were times I embraced the snow.
When I was skiing (here at Steamboat with my college roommate, Sarah, in 1979), for example.
Heck, there were even times I wished for snow.
Just this past Christmas, for example.
But now? Now I just want it to melt.