Last Sunday morning, Papa and I woke up early. We were “up north”, at M-In-L’s house. It snowed a little, and blew a lot. I took a few pictures of the snow. Now nobody wants to hear this, but I almost cried as I edited them. We’re long moved south, where there aren’t long cold winters with snow.
But, there is something about going out when it’s cold and crisp, and quite. My camera flash picked up the frozen water in the air, it was not snowing when I took these.