I and the rest of the Dallas/Ft. Worth Metroplex woke up this morning to this:
I know how much people in the Northeast hate snow, but we rarely see it here, so forgive me for enjoying it. It's so beautiful as it falls, blanketing everything in pure white. There's something very peaceful and soul-soothing about it. Of course, it's very easy to romanticize when shoveling is not part of the picture.