Snow has fallen for the first time this season here, and while, yes, it is very beautiful, I detest the snow. It’s too cold, too wet, too icy, and dirty. However I teach for a living and watching my students play in the snow brought back memories of my own childhood and I remember fondly of playing in it. Snowmen and snow angels and pretending the snow tracks were train tracks for my feet. I ought to show them how to make snow angels, and I believe I will. I forgot to find beauty in everything and they gave me that reminder. Yet when it snows, it reminds me my home here on earth has white shores, Spanish Architecture and is a few short hours from the Super Bowl of racing. Soon St. Augustine, very soon.