I love snow. Everything white and magical. Everything feels different when it snows. Like a party, a vacation, a reason to just stay home and play. I think that it must be the kid in me that wants a snow day from school. It doesn't always happen so I love the magic of a winter storm that changes the neighborhood when you look out the window in the morning. I remember a line from a preschool poem,
"I love a white, snow-covered world
that last night wasn't there..."
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