It's barely Thanksgiving but today we had the first snowfall of the year. The early morning scene with gaslights still on gives everything a fairyland look. Kids walking to school gleefully stoop to make snowballs and throw them at street signs and other kids. Even as a grownup I feel the same joy at the first sticky snow. The trees get a thick coating of white to hide leftover leaves and the boots that seemed so clunky a few weeks ago now serve their purpose. Out my window I see the snow steadily falling, continuing the magic. Come February I'll be cursing, but right now it puts me in awe of the beauty it brings. Time to put the scooter away though.