I woke up this morning, with the hope of snow. I was right. It did snow. The first snow of the year. I was merrily happy, and I still am.
I love snow, but I hate rain. Snow is white,soft,holds a different tune. It is joyful to watch. I walked outside and felt it under my feet. I looked around me and the place seemed a different place. I could hardly recognize our street. I walked back home happily,smiling for each step into the snow.