I opened the door and three dogs out of four bounded out excited and curious about what was falling from the sky covering their yard in a sheet of white. The other huddled behind me in the warmth of the house, looking between my legs. She knew what snow was, and understood it meant cold. She doesn’t like the cold too much and I coaxed her out for her morning jaunt around the yard. I loved watching the other three who never saw snow before. Watching them learn something new and play in the snow brought warmth and joy to my heart. How I wish I could travel to my youth and enjoy the days of old when I would build snow forts and have snowball fights with my sister and cousins. Living in the South is nice, but I do miss the snow during the winter.