The first snowfall of the season is one of the most magical times of the year.  I find nothing more beautiful than a long solitary walk in the middle of a calm snowfall, the air slightly warm and the snow still soft under my feet.

A snowfall is a time for indulging a playful side: sledding, snowball fights, cross country skiing on city streets.  The football game in the middle of the street played by eight seemingly inebriated young men outside my window at 6am this morning. With freshly fallen snow, youthful spirit is close at hand.

And then there are the people who dive in – literally – and embrace their own personal snow moment.  Sometimes I just have to look outside the window to see what’s left behind.

Snow angels…pure magic.