fresh time in the cold
chasing, twirling, snow fighting
can it get better?

There was a magic moment with my son, Sam. A time when a walk to get some fresh air turned into a snowball fight and the chance to turn a simple rogue shopping bag into an exciting wind sock. We were in a park bordered by busy roads and occasionally I looked up an wondered if any of the passing drivers saw us playing. Did it make them think of their times playing innocently in the snow, because I can think of nothing more joyful than when the sun breaks in and turns new snow into glittering magnificence. What a wonderful day to be alive and with people that I love.