Kevin says the first snow is like a first kiss, but that leads to the second kiss, which is never as good as the first kiss, but that leads to the third kiss, which can be as good as the first.
P.S. More of it has stuck by now, so it's ever so much better to look at. I just love looking out my window at all the white. The parked cars covered in white... this is winter in New England, this is what i have grown up with, this is home.
[edit: a few hours later it had turned to rain *sighs* so it goes]