First Snow

Three days ago, it was 65 degrees. Last night it was this:
Maya stood frozen in the doorway unsure whether or not those cold, white particles falling from the sky would hurt her if she stepped out into them. She reluctantly followed Tommie outside and pawed at her face to wipe the flakes away from her eyes. And like annoying parents do, we made her stay out there for a while so we could take pictures. Amidst the flurry, I couldn't see that my camera was on zoom the whole time.
By morning, the storm was gone and the sun was out. The trees were coated in a layer of snow and ice. It was quiet. It was pretty. It felt weird to step outside and hear the crunch of snow under my feet again.
I feel a little bit better now that the first snow is out of the way. I think I've done everything I can to prepare for it...now I just have to accept it. And so does our little Californian dog...