The first snow is special to me, but I need a lot of snow to get the proper effect.

I'm talking about enough snow to shut down interstate commerce.

Snow is a gentle nuclear holocaust, temporarily obliterating society.

Everything is soft, quiet, and beautiful.

The vile cacophony of progress is hushed for a little while, and everyone just has to sit alone in their house and be warm. They're forced out of their lives (jobs) and they have to sit there and not be distracted for once.

All the cars are off the road, and I can go outside and listen to tranquility.

The first sound of shovels on asphalt tells me the honeymoon is over.