First Snow Fall

There's a sort of omnipotence associated with the first snowfall for me, as of the past few years. With all the chaos and hectic social pressures, there's something almost magical I feel when I wake up for the first time of the year to see snow falling just inches from my face, outside my bedroom window.

Until that is, the wind picks up and blows the snow right into my face (did I mention my window was open?). It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, until of course it's blown right into your face.

However at least in my opinion after a few seasons of straight rain, wouldn't you rather get a little wet from something that is at least easy on the eyes? So would I.