I'm waiting for the first snow. Of course it's already snowed in other parts of the country and even on the mountains I can see out my window. But that's not here. So I guess I'm waiting for the first snow of the year to fall on me and my apartment. At the same time, I'm nervous about my car and the snow and dreading it. When it snows, I'll loose the use of my car since I don't have snow tires or experience driving in it. Ice is definitely a concern too. Having not grown up in a place where it snows every year, I can remember every single time that it did. First, when I was little and my brother and I tried to build a snowman. Using all of the snow we could get, it ended up about a foot tall and promptly melted the next morning. Then, when I was in seventh grade and was home sick from school, I remember going outside with one of my dogs and enjoying watching it fall and melt as it landed on my dog. It snowed again last year on Christmas eve. I heard that it was the most snow in years. Of course I was already here enjoying snow of my own. After four snowy winters here, I'm no where near tired of the snow, but it's not as magical as the fleeting Houston snow. I guess when you know it's coming, it starts to loose some of it's mystery and becomes a nuisance in some ways. Even if I won't be able to drive, I'm still looking forward to the first snow and the many snows after that.

The picture is of last winter's snow that was left on the mountain... I took it in June.