Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.
~ Mary Oliver, "Snowy Night"
As I've said many times, in New York City, snow pretty much is for nothing more than prettiness, & along with that, we don't have to shovel or drive, so its elsewhere drawbacks don't apply. I remember making igloos with the little girl next door (when I was a little girl, but she was littler). Ice skating at the park that they flooded every winter, a couple blocks down Summit from us. The purest part of my childhood has snow in it.