The snow came.
I hoped it would.
The snow is my favorite thing of winter.
I am not a natural thing of winter, I get cold and wish for the green to return.
But the white, it satisfies.
And when the sun joins it the world is bright and fresh, to the eye.
Fresh to the face and nose.
Bright to the soul.
This snow will be with us for about three days.
And then warmer air will return and slowly the white will trickle away.
We will be closer to the return of the green.
But a part of me will wish for the return of the snow.