As a kid I always loved the morning of the first snow of the season. I would come down the stairs for breakfast and realize that the light filtering in through the curtains in the living room was much brighter than normal. I rush over and pull the curtains back to reveal the bright white landscape that had replaced the dreary grey from the day before.
Now that I’m an adult I get up before the sun rises. I open the front door to leave for work and… aw nuts… gotta clean off the car again.