Everyone slowed down and drove carefully, and it was really beautiful...
It was just about sunset, so it was getting dark, and the white snow was flying through the air in big wet flakes. At every stoplight, I watched the birds hopping around in the medians, gathering up some grub before moving into the shrubbery. The most beautiful sight was that of two geese flying overhead through the snow, their figures black in the gathering gloom, contrasted against the driving white snow. Perhaps they were flying to shelter, or perhaps they were playing in the snow themselves, taking a joy ride through the wind salted with snow.
It was a wonderful drive home.
In the end, we only got a thin covering of snow, but even that small amount muted the usual world-noises and it was a quiet evening. In the morning, I found bunny tracks all over the front porch. Wish I had thought to put out a carrot, although I'm pretty sure the landlord does not condone the wild bunnies any more than the pet ones.
And this is a good thing. So I am glad that it snowed and I saw things differently because of it.