Snow Day

As my eyes scanned the living room window this morning, it was impossible to ignore. Big, fluffy flakes began falling from the sky. Cling-to-your-nose kind of snowflakes. All day long, the beautiful fluff continued to rain down from clouded skies and blanketed the ground with pure white.
I always love the first few snowfalls. There's something about it that beckons you to reminisce back to childhood days...when bundling up was fun anticipation of outdoor play, frigid temperatures were worth every tingly-numb toe, and snow angels were an absolute must. Growing up in Maine, these were my memories of childhood winter fun.
I must be honest: In my older years, I've developed a distaste for this northern chill. Our winters are bitterly cold and brutal to travel in. Snow continually needs to be moved and piles of it linger far too long past the ending of winter. However, in all truth, I still am a sucker for gazing at it from a distance. Like a warm house or a heated vehicle.
Before nightfall came, most of the snow had fallen and I decided it was time for a little drive to make an assessment of the local scenery. And I came to a conclusion: our Northeastern winters may be fierce...but they're incredibly beautiful.

Here's to "Dreaming of a White Christmas"...