I share a love hate relationship with snow. It turns the view from my window into something from a post card. For the briefest of moments, everything is pristine. Looking at it from my window at night I'm filled with happiness.
The next morning however I'm filled with the dread. I've put on 2 full body layers, a balaclava and my ski gloves. I'm now in my own little cocoon completely segregated from the elements. I don't enjoy this kind of cycling. It's almost like driving a car. You can see everything around you, but you can't experience it. That combined with slippery roads, tentative drivers and careless pedestrians make for a not too enjoyable commute. At least I'm still riding !