Upon further consideration (over the last five minutes) I think I have decided that my favorite type of weather is not sunshine in the summer is not the cacophony of spring showers is not the crisp autumn air not even all of that weather combined compares (in my mind) to
cruising down a busy street after a snow storm has blown through leaving everything covered in white but it's been long enough that the streets are (relatively) clear and drivers are still cautious (not having gotten used to the wet roads) and the medians are largely untouched, blankets of white upon white
and the light ahead turns to amber, then red, and the sea of brake lights as traffic slows to a crawl, to a stop and I can see the people waiting for the bus on the opposite corner hugging themselves in the cold air as I stretch out in the manufactured heat of my truck cab
and I notice a single snowflake as it dances past my side window and I watch its descent to the black pavement mission fulfilled and then the traffic starts to move again and the halo around the green light mirrors the halos of the street lights which have just snapped on as if on command by some nameless, faceless street light authority and it's a flurry of individual snowflakes now wafting through the wake of traffic falling from the sky, at first tentatively then with seasoned purpose, seeking the ground
and I smile, thinking this is my favorite type of weather.