When I was in grad school, I loved the snow. It was the most magical thing and it made me immeasurably happy.
There are several caveats to note. I was young and healthy and did not have bum knees or wrists. Also, I lived on campus in a dorm, so I didn't have to shovel it, and I did not have a car, so I did not have to drive in it either. I could frolic in it as I chose, on my way to and from the lab, restaurant or bar.
At age 46, I still love the snow. Unfortunately, now I have a car,* and a steep driveway, and a hilly commute to work, and I am boring and middle aged. It's easy to get caught up in the negative aspects and grumble. I got caught in yet another snow squall* tonight. I looked out of my office and there was nothing. Then I packed up my bag, locked the lab and left. By the time I got outside it was dumping and the ground was completely covered. It was absolutely wonderful. Unfortunately, practical me was worried about getting home before it got worse, so that's what I did. I regret that, though. I wish I had recaptured the magic and just walked around and enjoyed it.
* The Subaru + snow tires does really well in the snow. I love it. However, it's still my beautiful new car and I am extra paranoid about other drivers.
**We've had a lot of snow squalls this year, usually when I am driving to and from work. They're pretty intense and dump a lot of snow in a short amount of time (10-30 minutes), and then it stops.