You have just woken up, its the middle of December and you feel a chill through the air. You look towards your window and see a bright white glowing through your blinds. You step outside and see mounds of perfect, white, pristine snow on the ground. You look up to the sky to see, "fine snow in the air (163)"
There is nothing like the first snow or the fact that there is snow on the ground. How could that not make you smile?
How does the first snow make you feel?
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