It snowed last night and for the first time since the winter of '98 I was out and about during a snow storm. It was lovely, albeit cold, and Jason and I walked the twelve blocks back to our hotel to experience it. I'm not sure why I love snow so much, it must be a relic from my childhood with its associations of closed schools and hours spent building forts and playing outside. Or perhaps it's because of skiing and all the time I spent on the slopes during the winter as I grew up. Or perhaps it's just because it's so pretty and quiet when surroundings become blanketed in snow, transformed from something common and gray to something sparkley and new.
Also, I'm sick.