Everyone remembers the first snowfall when they were a kid. Waking up, looking out the window and seeing all that white. Then thinking desperately how great it would be if school was canceled. The snow here is not at all like that. The first snowfall means a number of things tactically but mainly it means winter has finally come upon us. The ground is a muddy frozen track of gloom and your breath freezes on your face. But I look out to the snow covered mountains thinking 1. How great it would be if school were canceled and I got some hot cocoa, 2. How great it would be to snowboard down those mountains, and 3. How much I can't wait for there to be enough snow here for a snowball fight.
I know this isn't the lengthiest of posts, but it says all I need it to say. Snow can bring joy even in the muddiest, gloomiest tracks of life.
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