No Real Title [WR #1 Group #4]

Snow is mystifying. Anyone who has ever examined a snowflake will confirm the complexity of their design. While I am skeptical that no identical snowflakes have ever existed, I remain enchanted by their symmetry and perplexed as to how a process as random as freezing water vapor results in such an amazing display of craftsmanship. Snow is spectacular, and it is everywhere. Pillows of winter's beautiful creation drape themselves across the January landscape like a thin layer of Starbucks venti cappuccino froth. Massive crystal stalactites dangle in a furious display of grace and hazard, ice figurines clutching desperately to the sides of normally inglorious buildings. Frightening gusts of wind sweep snow into the air, obscuring visibility in a gentle, almost romantic way. Anyone who has ever seen the forest after a long winter night knows the world's most eloquent description fails to realize winter's splendor.
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Since everyone supposedly read the full submissions by now, I am looking for feedback on the organization of the piece. Comments on transition between paragraphs especially welcomed. Thanks.

The Struggle [WR#1 Group #4...? DF, EM, TJC, EW]

Eyes open. There sits the computer in a stubbornly not-blown-up state. I groan in vexation at its steadfast determination to destroy my sanity and hinder my productivity for the evening. In a last-ditch effort to establish a connection to the outside world, I push a little harder than necessary on the power button and hold it until the Toshiba forces itself off (the moral equivalent of shutting down the engine of a BMW going sixty miles per hour) and stomp down the twenty-eight total stairs to the basement again. I repeat steps 1 through 5 (See above) and trudge loudly back up the twenty-eight stairs, onto the green-and-beige shag carpet in my room. I turn the Toshiba back on and sit on the floor in a cone of fury and annoyance, the wicked machine looming above me on the loft bed, trying to look innocent.

(Below are steps 1 through 5 as referenced in the above passage:)

1. Pull out the power cable for the modem.
2. Pull out the power cable for both of the routers.
3. Plug modem back in.
4. Curse luck for being surely the only house left in the county on wired internet. Wait 60 seconds.
5. Plug routers back in. Threaten inanimate objects with consequences if connection is not achieved.

LATE EDIT/POSTSCRIPT: Dear Writing group #4, I suggest we name ourselves the Head Cases.