We parked a couple blocks from where we were eating and enjoyed the walk in the snow. We saw a couple people in short skirts and wondered if they were locals, or, like us, not quite used to snow. It seemed remarkably colder at 34 degrees while snowing that when the temperature was lower, but it was dry. On the way back to the car I ended up carrying everything because my husband and daughter's hands were too cold. And now I know I will need gloves at some point. Even walking my hands got cold.
I have heard that in Native Alaskan languages there are many words for snow. I am sure I will learn some of them this winter. I learned one this week and thought people were just having fun with the Californian. "Wait 'til you see snirt," they said, and I laughed. "Do you get that on a snipe hunt?" Turns out it's a snow storm that's picked up a bunch of dirt and it's pretty awful.
For right now snow is magic. It's all new and pretty and fun.