I love the snow. Maybe its because I am from the valley where I don't see a lot of snow. I crave it. As soon as I see one flake fall from the sky, I am planning how I can get out of work. Now, I know that it isn't going to stick, let alone last long. But I am gearing up. Snow pants, boots and jacket. Check. I am ready for anything.
Anyway. This is what I dream of.