The most romantic day of the year for me is the first snow of the season. I've always felt this way, ever since I was a wee teenager, telling my totally gay boyfriend this and saying when it snowed, he'd have to come and get me out of school, so we can go make-out in it. (He was 24. I was 16...and he never tried anything on me — um, so gay! I dumped him two weeks later.)...Anyway, today was the first snow and I spent most of it sitting at my desk working, working, working...Although I love what I do, I can't help but think I should be outside getting my priorities straight, as in hooping and hollering it up...but now it's raining, so nothing left to revel in anyway. Oh well.
The ten minute snowstorm, view from outside my front door:
