The first snow is falling tonight, luminescent and wet and utterly lovely. It’s the first snow I’ve seen in years, the first that my son will remember seeing. I can hardly stand waiting until morning to see the look on his face when he wakes up to find the world blanketed in white. Even my normally jaded, moodily disinterested 13-year-old daughter is ecstatic — she ran out the door to catch the first snowflake of the year on her tongue.
Yeah, yeah, I know. My snow-enchantment will probably disappear faster than the meager 1-inch they’re forecasting tonight. Still, it’s nice finding something magical and gorgeous, for however short a time.