Everyone at work has been lamenting the fact that we haven't had a lot of cold or snow this winter. (I've actually been ok with that because I'm not acclimated to the cold and having a mild winter has made me love it here ever more).
But, there is definitely something magical about snow, when you don't have to see feet and feet of it piled up above your rooftops creating even colder temperatures. I remember those days from Kentucky and I don't miss them. I don't miss slipping on the sidewalks and having to scrape ice off of my car everytime I wanted to drive somewhere. I don't miss having to use antifreeze on my door lock to get it to open.
But after living in Mississippi for 13 years I can still feel the magic of the white stuff. It's so pristine and pretty.
The mountains look SO much bigger and closer and are defined totally differently.
The world changes a bit, and it's fascinating all over again.
Today we're IN the snow clouds. (Reno is at an altitude of 4500 feet, so it's possible from time to time to be in the clouds...that is if those great big mountains don't tear them up first).
To prove it: