So, it turns out I love snow. I always kind of figured I would, but it's nice
to have empirical confirmation.
The first day after a fresh snowfall seems to be unaturally peaceful. I don't
know if this is in my head or if it's an actual effect caused by various
phenomena. Maybe fresh, soft snow absorbs more sound than it reflects. Maybe
there are less people out and about, maybe animals are staying put to avoid
leaving tracks. I don't know. It just seems very quiet and still, and if I
leave a little late in the morning, after the rush, it's sometimes quite easy to
imagine that I have the white landscape all to myself.