Where is the Snow?

It's weird how perspectives change. My friend was telling me how he spent two hours shoveling his back car into his driveway. As he unfolded his tale of woe, I couldn’t help but miss the snow. Somebody had earlier described to me that LA feels like a time warp where the lack of seasons offer no clue to the passage of time. I remember seeing coniferous evergreens strapped on cars and wondering why so many people drove around with trees, only to realize it was almost Christmas. It would be nice to see the first snowfall again.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t miss shoveling.