Last night when I went to bed, it started to snow and my world fell silent. All sounds from outside were muffled and this morning I woke to a beautiful blanket of white. This is cause for excitement when you live at sea level and almost as far south west as you can go. My week of slowly-easing-myself-back-to-normal was firmly put on hold while I headed out for some serious snow play. Or rather Walter did most of the playing and I was the laughing spectator on the sidelines, camera in hand.
My boy loves snow. I think you can tell.