It seemed like just what the doctor ordered to help this family surge out of our sick-inspired doldrums yesterday, this thickly swirling, fat-flaked snowfall that was the first of the year. Facebook and Instagram exploded with exclamations "It's snowing!" and snapshots proving that clumps of snow really had gathered on the lawns because by the time the kids came home from school it was already gone. Luckily for KC, he gets home at noon and was able to don his boots and puffy coat and dash into the "woods" behind our house to explore. I watched him, camera poised, and recalled the magic of the many first snowfalls I played in as a child. The best time to play outside was just as twilight crept in and the pink-grey sky hushed the world and my sister and I left patterns of footprints all over our pristine yard. We felt as if no one else existed in the quiet universe, just us, our numbed hands, the only sounds that of frosty flakes mel...