The snowfall here has been just about perfect: enough to play in and look nice, but not enough to mess up the roads or cause much damage.
The gym closed early last night as a result of the snow, cutting off our martial arts class. So we went outside and had a big snowball fight. The snow was the perfect consistency for snowballs, and we had a great time.
One of the one-green-stripe students says that he always likes to take his shirt off an yell like Tarzan whenever there is snow. He did this, and then we all started pelting him with snowballs and chasing him around. Another one had either aim or luck that was ridiculously good; she scored four direct hits to my face.