Welcome, Winter
We finally got our first real snow of the year today. It was perfect—not too cold, but cold enough to let you know winter is coming. It was a nice, slow-but-constant, fluffy snow. Very pretty, actually. I was reminded of how much I like snow. It sounds strange to say it, but it actually cheered me up. I mean, the snow honestly brought me joy. You can check back in three months when I'm again experiencing the nose-hair-freezing-the-instant-you-step-out-the-door cold of Wisconsin in winter, but for the moment, I'm glad for the snow. I suppose this is the part where I'm supposed to get all deep and introspective about the meaning of snow or the memories it brings to mind, but I think I'm just going to end instead.
