Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Today it is snowing, and I love it.  Growing up, my dad instilled in me a love for all of the seasons.  And I do love them all.  But there is something magical about a newly fallen, fresh snow that is second to none. I remember being a kid and waking up to see the snow.  Words can hardly describe the excitement I would feel. Building snowmen, having snowball fights, building snow forts, making snow angels. One of my favorite things to do was to stare out the dining room window with my Grandma on snow days watching the birds at the feeders while Grandma recited poetry about winter.  Ah, the memories.  And then in my teens, nothing could beat a hike into the woods.  I loved that I was the only person in the woods.  Everything looked new and perfect. Time seemed to stand still.  And now in my mid-forties, I still love the snow.  I love to hear the crunch of new snow under my feet.  I love to see how the snow sticks on the branches of the trees. And I love the cool, crispness of the cold that makes you feel alive.  I also like to get "trapped" in the house for a day or two.  Everything slows down and the hustle and bustle of everyday life stops for a short while. I know people love the warm climate, but as for me, I say, "let it snow, let it snow, let it snow".