The first snowfall of 2019 arrived today in Baltimore.
The magic of snow has been with me since childhood.
I have fond memories of mixing clean snow with orange juice and slurping it down and making little snow angels with my friends.
I have also inherited memories of snowfalls.
The older generations of my family spent a great deal of time in Lebanon where snow falls on the cedars of the mountains while the beach awaits at the foothills.