I ended up here in New England because I love the snow. Yes, I am crazy, but the sight of snow falling is one of which I never tire. I can get lost in sitting and looking out the window to see flakes falling oh so gently to the ground.
I have always had this fantasy about sitting in a glass gazebo in a hot tub watching a snowstorm outside. I do not know what it is, but being in the midst of snow falling is one of the things that brings me peace. One of the most beautiful sights I can remember was riding a snowmobile through the woods at midnight and seeing the snow glistening in the headlight. It was as if I were surrounded by millions of diamonds. Seeing the trees laden with snow after a heavy snowfall fills me with wonder. As a part of my attempt to lose weight, I would love to learn to snowshoe through the woods.
I leave you with my tries at composing a haiku:
Snow is falling gently down