I knew, when it snowed last night, that even if it didn't stick at home, I'd find some on the mountain this morning. I wasn't disappointed.
Sometimes winter mornings after the snow are too brilliant; I find my eyes tired by the time I get to work, grateful for the darkness of the office. I prefer the filtered light of an autumn snowfall, the way the leaves still clinging to the trees lend a sort of glow to the landscape. It's the same kind of light I prefer in my office: I turn off the overhead fluorescents in favor of a lamp that illuminates the small corner of my office, highlighting the warmth of the wood desk.