One of the great things about winter is the snow.  Sure just like every other adult New Yorker I cringe when its more than an inch, when it happens 30 minutes after I have washed my truck, or when it sticks around any longer than a day.

Yet there is something magical about it.

It’s whiteness… as if the clouds themselves have fallen from heaven.

It’s purity.

It’s ability to cover up a dirty gray reality like a blanket of goodness.

It’s authority to close schools.

It’s power to put smiles on the faces of children… everywhere…

Somedays… like today… I just wish it would snow.