IL Neige

The snow, il neige, is coming soon. We've been waiting for it, eagerly scanning the ground every morning when we wake up. Maybe, we think each day, this will be the day when it will all start drifting down. Maybe this will be the magical day when we shall wake up to the thick silence of muted sound from the heavy snow on the ground.
When we were newly married we lived in the Midwest, where snow was on the ground for at least three months out of the year. Hailing from Upstate New York, I was used to the snow. Sam however, grew up in sunny Los Angeles where snow could only be seen on the moutains in the distance. The first time it snowed in Indiana, he rushed to find me, fairly shouting with excitement, "Honey! It's flaking outside!" The poor man had a rather limited lexicon in the snow department, and I was utterly charmed by his boyish delight.
We both grew weary of the snow by March, frustrated by the melting sloppiness of it, the inconvenience of having to wear boots, hat and coat, and tolerate slushy mud all over our cars. When the spring sun began to dry up the muck and warm the air, no one was happier than we were.
But here we are again, eagerly waiting for snow to begin to drift down and captivate us in its charms. Maybe it will happen tomorrow...