Snow!

It started last night while we were at the paper, and it was still snowing when we left. You could hear the crunch of your footsteps in the snow that was already on the ground, and see your breath in the air. Walking outside, in a light snowfall, in the middle of the night, on a quiet street was amazing. It was so beautiful and peaceful and made me smile. I live for moments like that — those precious moments of simple pleasures, when all seems right in the world. Even if it's not, it's enough to make you forget for a few minutes. How could I not feel grateful for those few minutes of peace in a city that never stops rushing?