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I live in a town where winter is one half of the year, where we wait in annual anticipation of the first snow fall. If it is after Hallowe'en, it is late. This year, it was.

Almost more beautiful than the first smattering of snowflakes is the following morning, looking out the window at a crisp, cool world of white. By the afternoon it will be dirty, grey and melted. But for a few short hours, everything is perfect.

I walked to work on such a morning in a big red coat and cozy mukluks, Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah in my ears. It was nothing short of magical.

Dev.