The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A snow day literally and figuratively falls from the sky, unbidden, and seems like a thing of wonder.
Occasionally I have come across a last patch of snow on top of a mountain in late May or June. There's something very powerful about finding snow in summer.
There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
I had forgotten how thrilling a snow day is until my son started school, and as much as he loves it, he swoons at the idea of a free day arriving unexpectedly, laid out like a gift.
I grew up thinking of snow as a luxury you visit.
A snowdrift is a beautiful thing - if it doesn't lie across the path you have to shovel or block the road that leads to your destination.
It rained a lot in New Hampshire, and when I skied, the snow was icy and hard, and the mountains were small.
I really want a Christmas in New York one year, when it's snowing. Like, it's Christmas morning, and you have a fight with someone, and you run down the street, and it's snowing, and you can't find them.
Snow is so common that I have omitted to note its falling at least two days out of Three.