The first snowfall of the season is usually cotton candy soft, a merry harbinger of pleasant holidays and good times.
The first snowfall of this winter season came in on a Nor'easter howling like a banshee. It put me in a rather uncustomary funk.
2017 started out badly, with the tragic death of my friend and business associate Jay, who was crushed to death by a huge cottonwood tree he was felling. Sad news continued on through the seasons with the deaths of cousins and several close friends.
This beautiful poem by Lowell suits my mood.
THE FIRST SNOWFALL
Robert Russell Lowell
I herewith put my melancholy behind me, and promise to get in
a better mood.