Last night, I received a phone call from a friend who asked, “Are you enjoying the snow?”

“Snow?” I replied. “It’s not snowing here. Is it snowing where you are?”

“Yeah! It’s been snowing for a few hours!”

I ran to the door and looked outside. The grass was covered in snow, the cars along the street had a layer of snow on top of them. “It’s SNOWING, MATT!!!” I yelled into the apartment, as my friend on the phone started laughing. I was SO excited. Of course, I have seen snow before, but it has never fallen where I have lived. Those of you who have lived in snow before, this is probably not a big deal, esp. when it’s not to the point where the streets need to be shoveled. But it was still incredibly exhilerating for me. Keep in mind, I grew up where hail was fascinating. I remember standing in Christine’s garage (we were elementary-school aged) and putting a pot out to collect hail. Why? Who knows, but it was really cool. The last time I saw hail in Sacramento was when I was living there after Brazil, and I took a picture of my dad walking home after work with an umbrella, standing in pouring hail.

So yes, snow is so beautiful and fascinating to me. :)

We went out to dinner with Makeba and Aaron and sat in a little diner on Rainier Avenue, watching snow fall outside. It was almost surreal. The restaurant was warm and cozy, and outside, snow was falling, illuminated by the streetlight.

The only downside is that it is SO COLD outside and I have a feeling my wardrobe needs a little bulking up.

I took pics and will post them soon!