Snow

I feel like I finally have a real winter to add to my store of conscious memories. I've seen pictures of me when I was little up to my neck in snow. I remember when it seemed like there wasn't more brown than white. . . The last few years winter has meant nothing more than cold. Sure we would get an occasional blanket of snow that would make the world look clean until it woke up with the sun and together we turned everything brown. But this year it seems like we've been hit with storm after storm, keeping the walks white and the trees frosted.

I heart snow.