This is what it looks like as I write this…

If you can’t tell, those white specks are the dreaded snowflakes.

As I’m watching the snow, it occurs to me that snow doesn’t bring grown-ups joy.  When I was little, every kid I knew lived for snow.  Playing in the snow was the greatest thing ever.  Even if school didn’t get cancelled, snow meant the playground got turned into a magical wonderland.  Once snow days are no longer are a part of people’s reality, suddenly snow becomes this evil, awful thing. 

I get it, I really do.  Most of my years as a grown-up have found me griping and bellyaching every time snow is even mentioned.  “Ugh, not snow.  I don’t wanna have to drive in that.”  Snow is a hassle.  It’s pointless.  It gets dirty and makes everything look awful and bleak.  People who’ve spent their whole lives around snow still haven’t figured out how to drive in it. 

However, as I’m watching the big, fluffy flakes fall this morning, I’m feeling very happy and peaceful.  Sure the roads will be crappy later, and I’ll probably be pretty grumpy after dealing with them, but right now that doesn’t matter.  Right now it looks like the beginnings of a Christmas card outside, and that makes me happy. 

It’s been a few hours since I wrote the above, here’s what it looks like now…