… is always infinitely more welcome than are the subsequent snowstorms. Particularly when it is of fairly moderate size and makes your back and front lawn infinitely prettier than it was just the night before. That’s maybe the best kind, as it reminds one of their childhood often times and used to occasionally mean a potential reprieve from a day at school and possibly some good sledding. Unless you moved to Chicago from Puerto Rico when you were 27 ,which would greatly reduce the chances you had seen a lot of snowstorms during your youth. Being from Maine originally, I can’t help but find the first snow a pleasant and somehow comforting event, particularly when, as was the case today, I awake to find my backyard and all the trees covered in bright white snow. Check it out. Even the alley looks kind of clean and pretty.