Poll of the Day > What does snow feel like?

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Asking as a Floridian.
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FinalXemnas posted...

Asking as a Floridian.

It's like napalm, only cold
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Cold and terrible.
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Cold and wet.
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It feels cool to the touch. It's like frozen ice only softer. One flake feels differently than a shovel full.
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J_Dawg983 posted...

Cold and terrible.

Foppe posted...

Cold and wet.

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Take a dozen ice cubes, stick them in the blender and blend for a few seconds. Then put your hand inside.

There you go.
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Dikitain posted...

Take a dozen ice cubes, stick them in the blender and blend for a few seconds. Then put your hand inside.

There you go.

Just make sure you turn off the blender first
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It's course and rough and irritating. Not like you. You're soft and smooth.
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It sucks

It feels like a slurpee, and when you touch it you get wet so then you are wet and cold
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Bags of sand
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Depends on the type of snow. Some is just wet, other is very powdery. The best kind is the kind you pack together to build things like snowmen or snowballs, yet still soft enough that its not like you're throwing a rock at your friend.

Like a soft blanket that you can crawl under and suffer a cold death.
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Crushed ice.
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Its fucking cold and it gives me frostbite.

Thats what it feels like
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Like warm apple pie
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As a Floridian, I'm sure you've seen shipped in at times. I recall events of some sort where they'd bring snow to parks or whatever to let the poor deprived Floridian kids play.
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Cold, concentrated evil

It feels soft and crunchy beneath your boot. When you dig your hand into it, it's not only chilling cold, enough to be wearing gloves, it's nearly as soft as beech sand. When you compress just enough of it between your gloved hands, it is like the crushed ice from a cone, but you feel more aware and inclined of other possibilities, great and terrible at once, as to whom or what you can throw it at; the would-be cold treat is now your single-use superpower and projectile. When a snowball hits you, just one, it is like a softball-sized hacky sack beating against your coat, your only armor against what you know will be even more such attacks. Then, as the snowball collapses upon impact, you feel the glee and madness calling you to pick up the next snowball and return the favor on ANYTHING THAT MOVES.

Finally, after being hit by so many snowballs, lying down in the snow amidst your madness to emulate angel wings, or even marching through the depths of soft ice for so long, you head inside and feel so, so cold . . . but everything else burns and also feels so good.

That is snow.

When you first experience it, it is your love in life. When you experience so much of it and have to regularly cross town in it, it is your bane.
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Miserable.
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