There is something magical about snow.
Don't get so excited, I still dislike winter, and the cold, and how it makes everything harder to do and makes the body ache.
But snow, when it is first coming down seems to have a mystical quality to it. Something that changes this world into something new and foreign.
Until it is touched by mortal creatures. Then it is dirtied in the streets, clogs the gutters, and turns into an ugly slushy mess. And don't get me started on yellow snow, or any other color it turns...
But for the moment, I can sit inside a warm house and enjoy the view.
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