The very best snowfall happens during the middle of the night. I know this for a fact as I used to have my very own snow alarm, in the form of a 75 pound bundle of joy called Major, a gentle, big-hearted boxer/black lab mix I was lucky enough to share my life with for far too short a time. He would fling himself onto my bed at 3 or 4 in the morning and I would stumble into my warmest clothes and head outside so we could catch falling snowflakes on our tongues, and if there was enough snow I would build a snowman and throw snowballs for Major to catch in his mouth. Today the very first snow of the season fell in New York, and when I woke up to see flakes falling outside the window, I stumbled into my warmest clothes and climbed the stairs to the roof to catch snowflakes on my tongue. Today is for you, Major, the best friend I’ve ever had.
Where's my backpack? 