You go to bed with visions of soil and grass and wake up in a winter wonderland of white. Snow, the evil fiend, that it is, wouldn't want it any other way. With the morning comes the visage of a cold and unforgiving outside. I postulated this theory to my suitemate this morning and he told me that it snows at night since the weather is cooler. Of course it's colder at night, but that doesn't take into account the metaphysical nature behind late night snow.
Metaphysical thought seems to have been killed by science.
First the Bible, and now late night nefarious snow. Don't get me wrong, snow does have some redeeming qualities. For instance, I love the crunching sound of stepping on snow in the ground. It keeps me going step after step in heavy snowfall. Well, the site has been up for a few hours and already I'm getting some feedback.