The first snow of the season fell today.
Normally, the first snow is little more than a few flakes, but today it fell. And fell. And fell.
I went out to the balcony to smell the snow on the air, that fresh, crisp laundry scent that comes across the wind on quiet days when the traffic is low.
The breeze blew briskly enough that the snow remained, piling up on the curled, dry leaves that still held onto branches, and for the first time in many years, I did not cry with the first sign of winter.
It instead made the indoors with ramen noodles and hot coffee all the more satisfying.
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