Contrast Essay Intro#2

                                     Sitting here typing, I am looking out my diningroom window staring at the snow. Snow, as beautiful as it can make the brown grass look, I dred seeing it every single year. Spring and summer do not last long enough, yet the winters seem to stay around to what feels like forever. Boots and jackets to prep for shoveling and don't forget the gloves! For God's sake, your fingers depend on them for warm circulation. Argghhh, who wants to endure winter in Maine! So, I close my eyes and remember the days of the tropics. Yes, I may have been young back then, but I still remember the feel of the warm ocean breeze of the Philippine islands. Shorts and teeshirts on any given day and you can always feel the warmth of the sand between your toes. Where was I truely meant to be?