This morning I awoke to snowfall. The younger kids got really really excited and ran to the window to watch it fall. The last time I saw snow actually falling I was 3 myself, and my sister 4. We were in Seattle and she came and got me up to look outside at the snow as it fell. I'm in a balmy corner of California now, so the snowfall from this morning can't compare in the least to that of 1968 in Seattle, or for that matter to last year in Seattle or any year in Virginia. I'm not sure what it was exactly, perhaps it was the sound of the kids so excited together with the snow, but today reminded me of that morning long ago.
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