First snow!

Five months of cold and bitter winter of the New England type didn't deter me from squealing like a little girl when I witness the rain drops slowly transform into the snow as it sways gently in the wind under the moonlit night.

There is just something about snow isn't it?  Kinda pure and serene. Almost magical.  Transformational.

Well, if you don't think too much or hard about it. I'm referring to the morning after - slippery roads, unrecognizable sidewalks, mounts of snow banks, puddles of slush, icy sidewalks and of course, the cold cold cold wind that blows right at your face you can't even bear to keep your eyes open.

Hmm. That's all.