There is something magical about the start of a snow storm. When the lazy flakes start to fall and just sit on your nose melting slowly. They just swirl down to the ground. Even when it gets heavier and the flakes are too many too see, its still magical. The Christmas lights come on, the warm blankets and hot cocoa come out and family time has a whole new meaning.
I love the first snow.
The first snow reminds me of childhood, having fun, playing with friends, sledding with my dad, and just snow.
Often the thought has crossed my mind to move to warmer climates and I'm sure when it is negative 20 outside and I can't feel my toes after a 2 minute walk, I will consider the possibility again...but right now, its magical.
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