still a snow virgin

It may not have been my first snow fall ever

(I went to Maine for Christmas when I was nine)

Or maybe not even the first snow fall of the week

(do flurries count if you can still see the grass?)

But waking up this morning to a blanket of snow

(I finally understand what they mean by a blanket)

was absolutely beautiful. 

It's just so white and fluffy

but then crunchy too.

And I swear it sparkles.

I loved seeing everything painted

with a nice coat of snow.

I guess I'm still not used to it

like everyone else seems to be.

But then again, I'm not sure 

I'll ever really be used to it.


:)


P.S. I hope the pictures aren't too horrible
It's hard to take pictures inconspicuously