That Saturday morning, my eyes lit up when I looked out the window and saw teeny tiny snowflakes drift by. The last time I felt snow was six years ago in Ann Arbor when my heartmate was still schooling. I'm an Angelenos born and bred so the sight of snow excites me to the max. I grabbed my trenchcoat and darted outside. We shuffled up and down the street to fluff in the light snowflakes. It burned away pretty quick but that same night, my last night in NYC, it came down again for another minute or two and with my tipsy buddies glued to my sides, I was a happy bunny.