It snowed in Brighton one night when I lived there. I knew there were chances of sleet, but the light in my room was strangely bright when I woke up in the morning. I was up early enough to catch the entire city blanketed in white, so I snuck out of the house right away to wander around the city and along the beach taking pictures. (It’s a funny thing to see snowmen on a beach.)
I have some great snow pictures, but my favorite photo in the folder has nothing to do with snow. In fact, I’m not sure what it does have to do with! It was a sign I saw posted on a door of an apartment I was walking past one day.