I love a gentle snowfall at night time. Watching the big fluffy flakes drift around, and feeling the crisp cold on my cheeks.
I used to dread the cold weather, and grumble through every snowfall. Until one winter, years and years ago when I lived abroad. It was January, it rained all the time, and I was pining for home. Then one morning I got up to go to work, and there were big fat snowflakes falling from the sky.
All of a sudden my bout of home-sickness was over. I got dressed as quickly as I could, went outside, and danced around like an idiot, trying to catch snowflakes on my tongue.
Locals were grumbling and huddling under umbrellas, and I was practically floating down the street with delight.
I always figured that God sent that snowfall just for me, to cheer me up.
Enjoy your snow, Star.
Trinity