This is not the kind of snow that happens every year, more like every 10 years. It reminded me of playing in the snow when I was little, sledding over and over until your fingers and toes are numb.
No sledding this time, except for sliding the car on the snow and getting stuck. But it is still profoundly beautiful. It struck me that I didn't have my Chunga to share it with. It was like a snowglobe, perfect. The sun hitting the new fallen snow...or the moonlight making the snowy night bright. I tried to take pictures, but I couldn't capture the bracing cold...the stillness and quiet. Snow makes even the ugliest landscape beautiful. It covers up all the imperfections with a smooth white blanket.
It was just not as much fun alone.
But that is going to change soon...this is our last Christmas apart. My family has already put her ornament on the tree. A sign of things to come.
I am sad she missed it.