Snow is like people

I used to like both...then I met them. People used to be alright. Then I started watching them. Then I watched them some more, furrowing my brow as I did, and I decided that these aren't the types of things I would like.

Snow was far more tricksy, however. It dances about the air. It is fun to throw at people. It is fun to shovel. It had all the qualities about it of something that is good and pure as the wind-driven snow. Then I grew older and realized snow, too, is bad. I think if we did not have cars snow would be better. Maybe cars are bad...or also bad?