I rolled over this morning as my roommate walked in the door. He realized I was awake and asked if I’d been outside yet. I was half awake, and mumbled something resembling ‘no.’ He kept talking: It snowed last night. It’s still coming down. There’s an inch and a half on the ground. Before he finished the last sentence I was out of bed and half way across the room. The curtains flew open and there, in all its white glory, was the first snow of the year.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.