A little smile danced it's way across my lips this morning when I awoke to see that it was snowing yet again. And I realllly don't like snow. I think it's pretty for about the first ten minutes, then it gets plowed away into ugly dirty mountains of ice that line the streets.
And yet... I smiled. I layed in bed, entranced by the flakes making their way past my window. I got really happy when the flakes got super big and slowed down so I could see every one! This coming from a person who usually gets grumpy and mopey to see snow falling. Same thing happened yesterday as I made my way to the post office. As soon as I stepped outside and started walking, the snow started falling. Rather than pouting, I smiled and thought "Ooo, snow!" So I'm walking down the street with this big grin on my face, and I feel ridiculous. Which only made me grin more! In fact I had to hold back a few outbursts of giggles for fear that people would start looking at me strangely.
I think I'm converting into someone who actually likes snow. Uh-oh.
Pretty snow covered trees outside Garmisch, Germany.