The First Snow of Winter

Only an inch or so, but it's been swirling all day, and making me happy. Snow does that to me, and I don't know why. I've loved falling snow, actually, as long as I can remember. If you like a thing, it can be relatively easy to list the reasons why. But love? Much more challenging. Why do you love one person, and only like another? Can you say, with any degree of acuity? And why do you love the falling snow, or the greens and blues of tropic water, or the way horses look when they're running across a field, or, well—whatever it is you love? Liking and loving are different animals, and you have to respect the mystery of the latter. But I love the falling snow, I know that much.