Snow used to be something I really look forward to and I still do but for different reasons. I think Loving Snow is an climbing hold on the climb of Mt. Happiness. Loving snow has changed, how I interact with that is different. When I was younger it was all I could do to get out the door. I wouldn't be dillydallying around the house trying to find the right garments to maintain my warmth. I would run out the door without a care; sneakers , jeans, and maybe a doomed scarf. Now that I'm a slightly older, I like to watch the snow from the window, with a warm cup of coffee and fuzzy socks. Yet, what I really like is the muzzling of the everyday grind. This is especially true in the Seattle region , where plows are rookies that rarely get into the game. I love the way it disrupts the normal patterns of life, forcing us to do different things, to pay attention to nature. So while I will be perfectly content watching out my window my sons are not. The...