I love snowstorms, but it’s probably not for the reason you think. Sure, there is nothing more beautiful than glistening snowflakes falling onto every surface, but the real magic for me hits when the snow stops. I live in town and I’m blessed with great neighbors. We are all cordial and respect one another’s space and privacy. But, for the 15 plus years I’ve lived here, I love what happens when the storm winds down and we have a beautiful blanket of pristine snow out our wind
