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It was the mildest winter Connecticut had seen in years, temperatures staying up, not a chance of flakes or flurries, as Thanksgiving faded into Christmas and then New Years.
Lorelai just wasn't herself; sad and forlorn, missing her favourite weather, the special gift she saw as all her own - snow - until finally, one evening, when a strange sound drew her to the window, eyes wide and bright as a child when she saw the swirling, sparkling cloud of white.
Hat and coat in hand, she ran to the door, throwing it open, smiling widely, and amazed all over again to see Luke standing by his truck, operating the snow machine sitting in the flatbed - she really could not love him more.