When you grow up in a state that gets snow on a regular basis, I think there often comes an age of indifference. Probably not to the beauty, and definitely not to the inconvenience, but more specifically to the fun of snow.
It's been a good nine years or so since my reaction to a snowstorm was "Oh boy! Let's go outside and build a fort!" Now I sound more like, "How fairytale-like it is outside the window! Hot chocolate and a movie/book please."
But in this latest snow in MA (which I'm very happily still in at the moment) I got in a good winter frolic. And even better, as a group of us were attempting some sledding down a semi-hill:
a woman in an SUV pulled up and said that she was an alum of the college we go to, had a house right up here with hot chocolate in it, and would be very happy for us to come play in her backyard.
Would you even think to make such a kind gesture? Not me. Feeling like a real part of the community, we took her up on the offer and so had a lovely romp with her playset, children, and dogs.
The kids reminded me of the days when "Watch me jump off this swingset into the snow!" sounded like a good idea.
And she even made good on the hot chocolate.