first snow

It's the first snowfall of the season - just a light snow, flurrying more than falling - and it feels rather festive. Or at least, it will until I go outside into the biting wind to wait for the bus. Just as the years change, one year milder, the next year colder, my reaction to them seems to change as well. Last year, which was a fairly mild winter, I took hard. I complained my way from one snowfall to the next. This year, which so far has been chilly but dry, I'm not exactly looking forward to, but I'm not being dragged into it kicking and screaming. Maybe my internal temperature's up, or maybe I'm looking forward to being inside a lot. Either way, I'm happy to accept the flurry today, and will be just as happy when it stops!