Remember when you were a kid, and Snow Days were King. It was the ultimate gift.
However, when you are “an adult”, you forget about that. You forget about playing in the snow, getting dirty, and just having fun. You worry instead about the commute, the potential lost wages, and clean-up of snow.
All of the above are important, to an extent. There is a magic about winter that people forget about. For example, the majestic and serene scene of snow in the trees, this especially true in the woods. Last winter, I participated in a lot of winter activity for the first time in about 8 years. I had forgotten what a spiritual moment it is to experience. As the snow is falling, and you look up into the trees and see the glorious stillness and pristine landscape; it is an unexpected transformative experience.
It is something I cannot begin to describe to you. I am not religious, but I am a spiritual person. I realized something that maybe I was not alone and there is some kind of universal energy. I found that gift in nature.