I love the first snow of the season. The world looks new and sparkly - as if it's been sprinkled with fairy dust. You can still see hints of beautiful fall colors glinting through the whiteness. Makes me want to curl up in front of a fire with hot chocolate and watch movies. But this feeling is promptly replaced by complete, utter, over-whelming longing for nicer, warmer weather. The pretty sparkly snow melts off, mingles with mud, grease and oil from vehicles, etc. and turns into an ugly, grey, slushy, mess. But the excitement of the first snow is fun while it lasts!