One day last week, it started snowing when I was at home, and I took a walk in it.
Big fluffy flakes filled up the neighborhood. All I could hear was my own feet crunching steps on the fallen snow, the occasional scrape of shovel on driveway, and in the distance the faint hum of a snow blower.
The whole world around me turned white, the sidewalk ahead covered, with only the faintest impression of previous footprints visible.
I got covered ins snow, head to toe, and I learned again what I already know: walking in snow makes me happy.