It's beautiful. I love that I live where it snows. If it's snowing and you're standing in it, you can hear the snow falling. There are people that see the snow as an annoyance. I think it's worth all its annoyances. Living where there's snow is like living in a Norman Rockwell painting. Especially around the holiday season. It's the icing on top - HA!
This morning when I took the pooch out for her morning potty break, she was taken with all the white fluff. I had to repeatedly encourage her to "go potty," because her only interest was in eating all of it. She couldn't get enough.
So here I sit, under a big red blanket, and just to my right is the big picture window. It's Sunday, it's totally quiet, and it's snowing. It's beautiful.