I have lived in the South my entire life. I have visited other areas, but never lived out of the South. I love snow. I love the big fluffy flakes, the crunch of my boot, the freak out of my neighbors.
There is nothing like the threat of a flake to wipe out an entire store’s stock of milk and bread. I had need of coffee, cream, and dinner supplies. Not bread or milk. Good thing, too. The lines were backed up with people’s carts loaded down with them. The strange thing? If these people normally drank these quantities of milk, the store would never have any. What is it about snow and hurricanes that drive these demands? A sudden desire for French toast?
Of course, our news channels have been streaming photos and live feeds all evening. Social media is blowing up with those of us excited for any white stuff and those former-Northern neighbors smirking at our joy.
The best thing about snow in the Coastal South? Here today, gone tomorrow. No need for a shovel