We had a little snowstorm yesterday. We got just a couple of inches, but it was enough to officially break Boston's record for the highest seasonal snowfall since 1872 — a little over 108 inches, or 9 feet of accumulation.
I was glad the record-breaking snow finally came. I like winter, and I feel it might as well snow if it's going to be cold anyhow. I especially liked the way the new snow covered the filthy old snow piles with a clean, white layer. Even those of us who like winter agree that dirty snow is a depressing sight if there ever was one.