It began to fall. Just a little bit at first. And it looked as though it would soon stop, more like rain than snow.
Though I wasn't sure, as I had never seen snow.
The windows were open, as they always are, no matter the weather.
Then I noticed that the "little bits" were becoming bigger and fluffier and whiter and there were more of them.
It was beautiful. The busy street below began to quiet.
And as the snow continued to fall, there seemed to be less and less sound rising up,
muffled by snow gathering on streets and sidewalks,
yet the twinkling lights of holiday decorations shone through.
It was beautiful. Snow, my first snow.
I dreamed the snow came through my window and fell upon my nose and my whiskers and my lashes
and it was cool and gentle, and beautiful.