We've been lucky enough to have some great snowstorms this winter and I love every one. I love the excitement in the buildup, the gorgeous, quiet muffle sound of falling snow, and the way the snow covers everything with pure white beauty. The girls love going outside after a storm and then coming inside to demand hot chocolate, only to drink a few sips and leave the mugs, abandoned and cold, for me to pick up and dump out later. But the idea of the cozy-cocoa-warm-up is enough for them, so it's enough for me, too.
Arctic cold air will be blowing in for the next few days and I'm less cozy-feeling about that. That's just cold.