I walked home in the snow today, and it made the city seem almost magical.  There’s something about the first few snowfalls, the ones that come down lightly, hesitantly, barely sticking to car roofs and fence rails. 

By the time mid-January comes and all the snow has turned into grady slush and frozen puddles, I’ll look back on this and wonder how I could have thought the snow was anything but a bother.  For right now, though, I will enjoy the way the white flakes look on my red coat and in my dark hair, and tilt my face up to try to catch snowflakes in my eyelashes.