I certainly could have used the snow day that my children got this Wednesday.
At least we have snow on the ground. It makes everything more bearable. I know that my pleasant associations with snow mostly have to do with snow days and the upcoming holiday season (including my birthday), but I think that it's more than that. There is something peaceful in the blanket of white that covers the mess that fall left behind. My favorite sound is the light patter of snowflakes falling. Yes, they make a sound. It is my favorite because it means that I've slowed and quieted down enough to hear it.