I thought we just entered Fall. But this morning Tim texted me from his walk to the LRT saying it was snowing. What is it about snow, even a tiny bit of it, that feels so magical?
Does that feeling go away after seeing it so often?
I thought we just entered Fall. But this morning Tim texted me from his walk to the LRT saying it was snowing. What is it about snow, even a tiny bit of it, that feels so magical?
Does that feeling go away after seeing it so often?
Yes, that feeling goes away. It always looks nice from the window but at the bus stop it is decidedly less pleasant.
Good thing I can stay indoors where is it nice and cozy! Too bad for Tim…
The move was made just in time! And no, I don’t think the magic of falling snow never goes away.
Now when it turns grey and dirty and doesn’t seem to want to melt away, that’s another story.
Crazy! Today and yesterday finally feel like fall, too. Maybe you’re just a season ahead.