He said it best.

The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.

Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.

From sheds new-roofed with Carrara
Came Chanticleer’s muffled crow,
The stiff rails softened to swan’s-down,
And still fluttered down the snow.

I stood and watched by the window
The noiseless work of the sky,
And the sudden flurries of snow-birds,
Like brown leaves whirling by.
-The First Snow-Fall, James Russell Lowell

There is very little better than waking up on a school-free day to the realization that it snowed several inches overnight. Except possibly not having been bleeding from every conceivable orifice (two nosebleeds last night. Hate.) and maybe the ability to breathe without coughing. Those would have been nice. But I will take what I can.