Growing up in Texas, I really didn’t see snow. Not enough to talk about at least. We got ice with a little bit of snow, usually only enough to make a four inch tall snowman. So, upon moving to Tennessee, snow was a mystery to me. Magical, even.

It snowed yesterday, and I couldn’t help but once again marvel at the curious nature of snow.

• As it falls, snow glistens and sparkles in the street lights. It comes down around you without a sound. It somehow turns even the ugliest locations beautiful.
• Snow turned everyone into kids again. Grown adults reach for the closest thing they can find to turn into a sled. Snowball fights break out. Snowmen get made. Someone is bound to flop over backwards and create a Snow Angel.
• People forget how to drive in the snow. My husband used to joke that in Tennessee, people see a snowflake and run into the nearest tree. Sadly, he’s often not far off. You CAN drive in snow (if you HAVE to), but the rules are different and it is going to take you longer to get where you are going. So many people forget this, and news reports end up littered with accident reports.
• Because of the last point, people feel the need to empty the shelves of bread and milk. Always its bread and milk. At least get eggs to make French Toast! How about a little fruit? Or some meat?
• Coffee and hot chocolate just taste better when there is snow on the ground.

I wouldn’t want it to snow all the time; a few more days of it I’ll be tired of it. Ready to move on again. But, as the snow continues into today, I’ll continue to marvel over its curious, magical nature. I’ll continue to enjoy its beauty outside of my window.