We are having the first snowfall for the winter season in NY. And, I cannot take my eyes away from my window. I love snow (…even though it makes my morning commute a little longer). But I have many reasons to love it. For someone who did not grow up with snow in early childhood, I always wondered how snow felt. Many people tried to describe it, but it just never came across. On our arrival day at JFK that March, I was surprised by all the snow around me. There had been quite a snowfall the night before, and our early morning landing allowed us to see the untouched snow. It was the best welcome gift I have ever received! I was fascinated by the way snow blanketed everything around me – the grass, the trees, the cars, even the bird nests. This morning, I tried to think back and describe snow as I would have at that time…it can be soft, flaky, light; something that melts away the moment it hits my palm, just like a dream that fades away once I wake up. I am sure many others can describe it more profoundly, but to my 9-year-old-self, all that mattered was the softness of the snow. Today, I love watching snow fall. I can imagine that if Mother Nature was an actual person, snow would be her choice of decoration for the coming holiday season. Perhaps it can be considered “the calm before the storm,” but I enjoy the stillness of the air as the clouds prepare to shower us. And, as the snow falls it brings a combination of beauty, tranquility, and wonderment to my day. My favorite part of snow is the playfulness it sparks in people. It is very difficult for me to walk past snow without thinking about engaging in a snow fight or creating a snow angle. It gives us a reason to pause and think about our favorite childhood memories. What is your favorite snow story?