I'm sitting in my office, all comfy in nightgown and robe having morning coffee and watching all the snow back east on TV. Although I live out in the desert now, I've always loved the beauty of the fresh falling snow. I remember being fully dressed with leotards and tights, breast forms and hip pads, sweater and snow boots for fabulous walks during the storms. Obvious shape and curves of a buxom voluptuous woman but warmly camouflaged with knit cap and scarf. I even had cute little pink gloves for just such outings. Afterwards, warming with hot chocolate while watching the snow continue to quietly fall through the picture window, all snug in my pajamas.
But, I sure don't miss all that shoveling and, that gray stuff that just refused to melt.