The snow is divine.

It astounds me how incredible beautiful snow is.

I feel like I've missed an integral part of my childhood not growing up in a place that snows.

Not experiencing the sheer excitement of the first snowfall.

There is something so purifying and peaceful about snowfall, especially in new york city. 

 For a short time the hussle and bussle of the city seems to pause, and the dirtiness of the city seems to be covered up by a blanket of white.  The snow assures me that there is a God up there, because these beautiful lovely little flakes are heavenly and simply divine.