On snow
Don't succumb to the snow's siren call.
Oh, Snow! You look so beautiful in photos! Freshly fallen, you sure are an angel! But the longer you stay, letting yourself pile up, melt and then transform into a sheet of ice...you have evil on your mind: you wait for me to slip and fall on my butt, you mock my tropical-ness with your icy fingers, you make me wear all the clothes in my luggage, and, ultimately, you turn me into a hermit.
In short: snow just looks beautiful when it freshly coats everything. Don't say I didn't warn you.