Sitting on the doorstep in just a nightie at 6am watching the snow falling.
It sounds surreal, but that's what I was doing this morning. It allows a little time for contemplation before the onslaught of the day. I love the snow, it always makes me happy. It looks beautiful, magical and perfect, until someone makes a footprint in it. Even then it still holds a magical feel to it.
How many of you love the snow out there, would rather not be on a hot sweaty beach?
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