Growing up in Reno I took the snow for granted. And I am homesick for it today:(
I appreciated how beautiful it could make the brown desert in just a few simple hours, and how I could miss school all day due to it's relentless ambush on the biggest little city.
I loved how quiet it could make everything, and how it cracks under your feet. And how it makes the darkest night still bright enough you would think a porch light was on somewhere you just couldn't see.
I realize how much I loved it and just watching it come down, my family having a fire going and everyone having hot chocolate:)
I realize how much I loved it most, of course when it snows in Portland. I have lived in this snowless city for going on 13 years. Gosh, time flys. And I hate to.... but love to say, this snowless city has now had snow the past 5-6 years. Yes it's brief and nothing like Reno, but it is still a little taste of what I miss.
I kind of love even watching the less experienced snow folk freak out about driving or even going to work (rain or shine my job as a nurse MUST go on). And how the city goes into panic with snow tires and snow machines for just an inch or two of natures powdered sugar.
I need to get to Reno soon for a visit and just some good old fashion playtime in the sierra Nevada snow:)