It's not much, but it's snow all the same. I was talking to a man at the post office this morning, and he said this is the earliest he's seen snow up here. I'm hoping that's a sign of things to come. I love snow.
For some reason, waking up to the white stuff makes me happy as heck. Actually, it started coming down as we were leaving our writers' group meeting last night, and it made me happy as heck then. I get giddy at the sight of the stuff.
Ah, dreams of sleigh bells and white Christmases abound.