It felt like snow today when I walked to work.
I felt it again when I went to lunch.
I heard it in the crunch of the leaves and I sensed it when the wind nipped my cheeks.
I saw it in the faces of the people I passed: the pretty woman with the big, surprised eyes (she lives in the south and is not used to the cold), the red fingers that clutched her coat close to her body; the cute young couple that held hands and walked close together for warmth; the smile of the old gentleman as he remembered, perhaps, the snow of his youth, or Christmas long ago, or maybe just thought about how marvelous it was to be old and walking about waiting for snow, just as I was thinking about how wonderful it is to be young and walking about waiting for snow.
I'll be the first to tell yo uI hate the cold, but the delightful thing about snow is that it makes everything stop, slow down or get quieter. People start to look inward and as a result are friendlier and happier. At least, that is my opinion.
It probably won't snow for a while, but even the reminder of snow can be beautiful.