There have been some flurries for the past few days, off and on, just enough to notice but not enough to amount to anything. I could not care less about the snow -- actually, I do care insofar as I don't enjoy it unless it gets me out of a workday, which has rarely happened. I am not a winter person which means as far as snow goes, I'm over it.
Well today it was flurrying a little bit and I noticed kids on the street becoming thrilled by the mere sight of a snowflake.
I am a joyless, bitter, mean-assed old queen, but my heart melts for happy children.