It always feels a little magical when you wake up to snow. Even a little snow–like this first dusting–brings back the joy of a childhood always waiting for snow in the wintertime.
I love looking up into the streetlights to check for signs of snowfall in the cold, dark evening. I love watching the swirl of snowfall that transforms the neighborhood into a snow globe. I love the contrast of cold, white snow outside and the warm lights of a cozy living room. I love coming in from snow–the hot cocoa, the steaming soup, and the soft blankets and slippers. Then, I love going out into snow–the sharp inhale of freezing air, the blackness of the trees, and the soft compression of it under my boots. I love winter animal tracks after a fresh snowfall in the forest and the whispery, tinkling sound of snow falling there.