It snowed. Finally after waiting, and waiting, and begging, and waiting, it snowed. And not just the measly couple of flakes the sky has managed to tease me with in the past month but real, beautiful snow.

I love snow with all my heart. I wait all year to see it. Beg for it to come and grace me with it's presence. Even though I've been up all night I didn't hear snow come. It was when it had already fallen that I realized it was here. It always happens that way. It sneaks up on me, as if trying to surprise me. Sometimes I get to see it's beautiful dance as it falls to the ground. Sometimes in a quick, furious tango; other times in a slow gracefully waltz. I love watching snowfall in the light of a street lamp though. As darkness covers the realm and all that is to be seen is that one area of falling joy.

Ah~ I could talk all day about snow. How much I love it. Now that it's here my joy is undeniable. I only hope it will last the day.