First real snow in Portland

The big storm that swept the entire Northwest is finally over and we're back to the constant drizzle and gray sky.
On the night of my birthday last week, we looked out of the window and saw a familiar scene on the street. Everything was covered in a fluffy white coat and glistening in the light of street lamps. It brought me nostalgia of the windy city.

But because this is Portland, everything turned slushy the next morning as the temperature rose. That didn't stop me from attacking Jose with a couple wet snowballs when he was shoveling in front of the house. I felt like a little kid again (though it's not a rare occurrence).