How I feel about snow depends greatly on its location.

The sky: “Oooooh! Pretty!” — snow is the best thing ever.

The ground: Demands to be thrown at the nearest bystander. Still pretty much the best thing ever.

My window: Idyllic, romantic, and cozy. Oh snow, how can I live without you?

My eye: “SHIT! OW!” FUCK YOU SNOW YOU SUCK.