First snow turns grown adults back into kids at the window. Let it get you every single year.

Wonder does not actually leave you. It gets overruled by the habit of acting like nothing is surprising, and the first snow overrules that habit right back for ten minutes. The ability to be pleased by an ordinary weather event is not childishness. It is the part of you that has not gone numb.

When something small delights you this week, do not manage the reaction. Stand at the window and say out loud that it is good. The people near you will either join in or be quietly glad you did, and both outcomes are fine.