People who love snow always seem to be the people who live in places where there isn’t snow. Snow is easy to love at a distance. Hell, some days I love to watch it snow while snuggled under a blanket with a hot cup of coffee in my hands. Not in April, mind you, but November is a good month for snow.
There is a quiet to snow that is addictive. It’s as if everyone holds their breath for a moment. It’s romantic. It both draws you out-of-doors and settles you into the warmth of your dwelling. The first snow of the season is awesome.
The first snow of the season this year, back on October 27th, melted away in the warmer days that followed. It was storm snow, with blustery winds and a wet, icy kiss to remind you that inside is the best place to be in the winter.
This new November snow is gentler. Small, dry flakes flutter from the sky and softly blanket the city. For two days we got that romantic quiet and low, grey sky that makes me want to go exploring.
This snow will linger. Winter is here for the long haul. It’s time to bust out the recipes for holiday sweets and tasty hot drinks. Seasonal knitting is on my mind as the list of our family’s needed accessories grows ever longer. Maybe in January I’ll have time to knit for me. 😉
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I agree. Snow is fine from a distance. I grew up with snow and some days I do miss it. But not very often and especially not on my daily commute.
I feel *exactly* the same with snow. Love this post…
“There is a quiet to snow that is addictive.” Very true. A native New Englander, I lived for 11 years in Charleston, SC, where it snowed once in that time period—and the snow lasted approximately three hours before melting. I live in Virginia now near the Blue Ridge, and would not want to miss a single snowfall. There are seasonal fluctuations in the amount of gratitude one feels for snow, of course, especially if driving is necessary. Thanks for the thoughtful post.