I've long given up the dream of having a white Christmas in South Carolina. While it does snow here sometimes during the later winter months, December sees little of the fluffy stuff.
Coming out of Harris Teeter a few evenings ago, as a light rain misted the chilly air, I looked into the glowing lamp posts over the parking lot and imagined that the glinting water falling down was actually snow. The cold rain gave my cheeks a slight sting, and the way the lights reflected made the droplets look like tiny glowing snowflakes.
I felt warmed through, except my chilled nose, of course. Ah, snow for the season, even if only imaginary.