Snow fell down in my town just a week ago. It was heavy enough that it held back traffic and I was 10 minutes late to work. But since it was such a snowy day, not too many people came it, and it was a fair enough day. Winter used to be my favorite season just because snow was such a weird and exciting thing for me. This also combined with the fact that December seemed to always drag on forever as a kid, and it always had the end of school for a few weeks. Can't say I like it as much nowadays. It sounds depressing, but I feel like a lot of the magic winter had when I was a kid has gone away.
What caused that? Maybe because I skate and it stops me for a few months. Maybe because December no longer drags like in the past, and just feels like a normal month. Maybe because I feel strangely separated from family, not physically, but in the way where you can't help but feel there's a wall between you and them. Maybe because I'm too easily satified with the things I have, and new things I want aren't as prevelant as a kid. Maybe because things are different, where 5 years ago you were a completely different person then you are now.
It still does have it's beauty though. Snow still shines its white color, and I still like it for its plain yet beautiful looks. And I don't mind the cold either. But I do miss November.