Let it Snow, Let it Snow

What a brutal winter we have had so far and so long. It is only early February and the repeated snow falls and bitter cold cause me to shiver and reflect or is it merely a frozen stare. Depressions are not just tropical, they are topical. My hands and fingers are dry. The wind chills just rip through my layers of woolen clothes. Why do we choose to live where we live ? If I were ever homeless or down on my luck and forced to live on the streets I would hope that I could beg for enough money for a one way bus ticket to either Sarasota or La Jolla. I could be a beach bum much more comfortably than an eskimo without a coat or gloves.