If Only It Weren’t So Darn Pretty

So, it's snowing again.  I'm out and about and it's cold. 

And if that weren't enough, people are driving stupid and wah, wah, wah.

The more I "mature" (you like that?) the less I enjoy winter.  Long gone are days spent ice skating and enjoying a Michigan Winter.  Now it's just shoveling or worrying that the roof will cave in.  Fun?  Not so much any more.

I would much prefer to hate winter.  But that's rather tough to do because, from time to time, it's so darn beautiful.  To wit:

Or how about this?

Or maybe this.

All right.  Maybe hate is too strong a word.