It doesn't happen often here in Texas, but when it snows, it's one of the most beautiful things I have seen. Last year I woke up early after the first day it snowed because we had the day off from school (people make fun of us for cancelling school due to a few inches of snow). I was walking to my friends house to go play in the snow with her and the streets and sidewalks had not yet been traveled that morning. So while everyone was sleeping in, or sipping hot coffee in their houses, I was out crunching through the snow. The sound of a quiet morning plus the sounds of snow crunching under your feet is phenomenal. It was the first time that I had been able to do that. Making tracks all the way from my house to her house uninterrupted.