Snow.

As I walked to class this morning, everyone had a different opinion about the snow.

For those from warm climates, like Southern California, it was death itself

For those from drier climates, it was a blizzard.

For those used to the snow, it was a familiar experience

And For those from Utah, it meant the beginning of another long, off and on season of snow and rain, of sun and glimmering hope, then back to snow.

People had different coping mechanisms.  Some were bundled up as if the world depended on it.  The cars were driving slower, and people were walking gingerly, afraid to slip at any moment. 

There is still a general buzz of excitement in something new: a chance to wear new fashions, a change from the normal sweltering heat.  But with every continual snow, the novelty will wear off, and the resentment will grow.