It may have been 1:30 in the morning–yes, yes, we were still up–when we noticed that after weeks and weeks of waiting…
it was actually snowing. Not a blizzard or anything, but a light, gentle, determined snow that sent sparking crystals floating every which way.
It reminded me of teeny tiny pearl white fairies flitting about in the dark. So naturally I stood all alone on the porch in my nippy bare feet snapping the camera like a crazy woman. That way, I figured that if, in the morning every trace of snow was completely gone, I could still prove to the world that it had happened in the first place.
Frosty hair. Chattering teeth. Frozen toes. Lovely snow.
Totally worth it.