Today the snow came down in big, fat flakes. It was a quiet, gentle snow in its way. When I left the house in the morning there was already a layer of white on the ground. The park was magical. Like something out of the Nutcracker Suite. The pines were ladened diwn with pure white snow, dusted with sugar. The branches above were iced in silver. The ground was white and gleaming. Only the area around the fountain was different - a slate colored pool of slush. But even that was beautiful in its own way. Yet, it was close to gone by mid afternoon. The sun came out and it turned warm and almost balmy. By the time I returned home, the streets were bare. There wasn't even any puddles.