Snow

It is easy for so many of us to say we loathe the coldness of winter, but it’s hard to deny the beauty that comes with snow. Even if the weatherman swears there won’t be snow, the snow will be so far west it will miss us or it won’t stick. Regardless the (flopped) weather report, snow comes with the slightest shift in the barometer and somehow it sparks the heart. 
I love snow at night...looking outside at the brightness...the moon shining down on the whiteness below. The atmosphere is eerily quiet, as if time is standing still. It somehow feels very magical. It gives everyone permission to pause. To laze about in flannel jammies, huddle under afghans, sip cocoa, and watch old movies. The neighborhood streets fall silent. That is magic of snow.