I ran outside and took pictures of the snow falling. I took pictures of my pot of pansies with snow on them. I took pictures of my handprint in the snow, with August's paw prints next to them (and his nose print, as he licked at the snow).
I took a walk while it snowed last night (it was so wet it was like walking in the rain, and it was cold and miserable out, so I didn't walk for long.) But I had my snow! I had been missing it! I guess it must be from growing up in the tropics. I really think snow is something special. Of course, I don't live in upstate NY, where snow is something to be suffered...We don't get drifts, we get frosting.