I love snow. Really, I do. And today, finally, Toronto is getting its first big taste of the white stuff.
As much as I hate to spout clichés, I love how snow makes the world look pure and new. Everything is given a soft, padded look, and we can forget for a little while just how hard the world really is.
My love of snow is probably influenced by the fact that I am a confirmed pedestrian, and that I am lucky enough to be a stay-at-home mom. But, really, if you put aside the messy roads and the shoveling, you have to admit that snow is pretty.