A few days ago, the trees outside my window, the ones that make me feel like we’re living in a tree house, were chock full of golden leaves. Today, their empty branches are cradling mounds of snow. It’s a shock to the system when the season change is so swift, when we switch from woolly sweaters to giant puffas in a day. It’s discombobulating. But exciting, too. Who isn’t a little awestruck by the first fall of snow?