It's very hard to write about new starts when its snowing. It feels like winter is going on forever, when really it should be spring. Its cold and makes me want to wrap up warm with a book or, even better, just go back to bed.
But it also creates a brand new world of its own. Waking up and looking outside after a snowfall, you're greeted with a totally different view from the night before. Everything seems fresh. All traces of what came before have been obliterated.
What does snow mean to you?