It snowed.

I don't allow myself some grand expressions of happiness - or, to be more correct, I'm simply not as expressive as the rest of them. But it's snowing, and I had to suppress a grin the entire time to the store and back. I don't exactly understand what about snow sparks up that childishness within me, but I allow myself to indulge in it each time. Or perhaps I can't stop myself, I don't know which would be a better explanation.