I love the first snow of the season. It's usually the first day that I drag my long overcoat out of the closet and wrap up in a scarf to brave the elements. The uniformity of whiteness covering the whole city somehow feels universal, as if objects, places, and people that usually seem completely unrelated suddenly become connected under this ubiquitous blanket of frost.
So tonight, I'm going to take advantage of this quiet snowiness and make an attempt to go to bed before midnight for a change. I know the snow will all melt tomorrow, but it's nice for tonight, anyway.
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