Ah, winter. A smoker’s worst nightmare. As those of us poor nicotine addicted folks shiver out in the cold, frantically puffing our cancer sticks as the wind chaps our faces, and as the rest of the world huddles warmly around a fire or a well-powered heating system, we all hold out one hope (well, maybe not all of us): that there will be some of that awesome powdery precipitation, that our landscapes will be blanketed in beautiful white, that our runny noses and numb fingers might not all be for nothing. Snow is beautiful, one of the greatest things in the world, I think. Snowmen, snow angels, I’m a big fan of all of it. Which is why this picture both shocks and saddens me. While the parts of the map do get some snow, there’s not much. Most of the world has to deal with the miserable cold without that awesome return. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to put my beanie on and brave the cold. Time to finish my smoke.