Snow makes me happy.
I wonder why. At some level, it doesn't matter. But, at another, I wonder what snow triggers within me. I have to go out into it...not just to see it, but also to feel it. Is this a clue to my question about it?
One of the unique beauties of snow for me is knowing that it will both leave and return—like something that can only be enjoyed in the moment, that will also come again.
Guess you know where I'll be in a few minutes....
