It's early morning at the market. I've just arrived, and I'm very conscious of how much my wheelchair is forming a pool of melted snow around me.
Ick! I abhor and detest winter. It wouldn't be so bad if people shovelled their sidewalks properly, but (on the first day of a snowfall at least) I always feel like I'm taking a risk just deciding to go outside because of the high possibility that I may get stuck in the snow. It's not too bad if someone is with me; they help me get unstuck. But, I feel annoyed that this is almost what's expected of me - and people like me - that I need somebody shadowing me in difficult weather. Like most people, I revel I in my independence and enjoy a solitary journey- or the option of one.
In closing I'd like to say, the only snow I like is John Snow - when is Game of Thrones coming back anyway???