Dripping with magic

My Canadian friend tells me that it has been predicted to be the coldest winter this year and I'm so excited- Vancouver knows we're coming back and is preparing to put on a magical white show for us again. Fingers crossed.
I know many of you are wondering what is that mad woman talking about, but when you grow up in a place where the only white on the road is from the sun burnishing down and the nights are dripping with no relief, the thought of crisp fresh air to awaken the senses and snowflakes gently kissing your cheeks and catching in your eye lashes is a magical magical daydream.