Last night Toronto got its first official snowfall. Before crawling into bed, I closed my blinds on a hard, wet, rain filled world and the next morning opened them to a nice, soft, white one. I love the snow, especially in the early winter months before it turns to brown slush and I start to miss the sunshine. As long as there is snow, I don’t mind that it’s two degrees outside and I have to wear leggings under my jeans to prevent frozen thighs. It really is so beautiful and totally magical. I go back to California in five days; I knew that that the snow wouldn’t wait to come until after I had left, snow wouldn’t do that to me. But, hey, they did get snow in California this week so maybe I’ll have a white Christmas after all, as my dear friend Alison said “I would PEE out of happiness”.