D woke me up at 9:30 AM today so I could see snow falling–our first of the season here in Portland. It’s still going now, and has built up a pretty good ground cover outside.
I haven’t lived in a place with snowy winters since I was five years old (for the record: Cincinnati, Ohio). My most recent memories of being in the snow are from weekend trips to our friend Jeff’s family cabin in Arnold, or the annual ski trip that Google used to sponsor when I worked there. It’s cold outside, warm inside, and it has that holiday/vacation feeling–like there’s nothing to do but read, play games, and generally relax. It’s nice.