Snow is like that last-ditch desperation date that you pick up at a bar when you're really, really drunk and it's getting close to closing time.
It gets prettier and prettier as the evening goes on.
It doesn't seem all that bad for a little while.
It's actually beautiful for about 15 minutes.
Then you realize what a mess it's making of your life.
And when you want it to go away, it always stays around just a little too long.