Snow. Hate it or love it, it's coming.
I, for one, Love it.
Growing up in Arkansas, we didn't see much of the fluffy white stuff. Ice. That's what we got. Ice storms galore in the winter. I had some scary adventures in some of those ice storms. Beautiful as they may be, nothing can compare to waking up to a world of white. It brings back all of my childhood wishes and dreams. Seeing everything blanketed in the glistening white flakes makes it, to me at least, seem as though everything is clean and pure. Everything is perfect and everyone is child-like.
I'm thankful the snow is coming. I'm thankful for those feelings of happiness and reminiscence.
Now, if only a horse and buggy could take me everywhere I needed to go while there is snow on the ground.....