My First Beautiful Snow

It happened.  It snowed last week, in October.  Had I still been in Michigan, I might've been pissed.  Snow there isn't pretty.  It's gray, and it piles up near the curbs and gets slushy and gray within minutes of falling.  It's joyless.

That's not how it happens here.  The sky stays blue.  The air remains crisp.  The snow is breathtakingly white as long as it's on the ground, and when it melts, quickly (since the sun is always out here), what it leaves behind is still vibrant, not washed out and drowned.  I love it.

Behold.