The first snowfall of each year, I put on my “first snow” playlist and explore the scene at night. This photo was taken by my roommate after the first snow of this year. When the streetlamps reflect off the snow and the snow mutes the outside world, somehow everything feels heavy and significant. Heavy on my mind recently has been increasing difficulty of predicting when I can expect a first snow, as climate change has continuously pushed this date back for me. Global warming makes me fear that someday I may lose out on this tradition completely.
