I moved to Denver from Ghana three years ago. I had never seen snow before.
The first storm came overnight. I woke up and thought someone had painted the entire neighborhood white.
Instead of driving to work, my coworkers spent twenty minutes helping me build my first snowman in the parking lot. We laughed because I kept making the head too big.
I still have the photo.
People always ask what I remember most about moving here. It wasn’t the mountains. It wasn’t the weather.
It was that snowman.