However unprepared I am for frozen toes (some years I've been wearing flip-flops) I'm always curiously smitten with the first snow.
It's Mother Nature teasing us. The trees slowly shed their leaves which line the sidewalks and streets in fall-patterned wrapping paper. Flowers burst with a final glimpse of color before the browns, grays and blues of winter settle in. The evening's chill lasts far into the next day's sun. And then you wake up to snow.
The heavy moisture laden flakes joined in a small snowball gently lobbed from the sky. Plastering the leaves. Smashing the flowers so the blooms droop. Soaking the streets and smothering the green grass.
Ohhh Mother Nature, she found a way to make a super-soaker relevant in the 30 degree weather.