Here’s a painting to that rare moment after a big snow when you stand there and are in awe.  There isn’t a noise.  No movement of air.  Just perfection.  Part of you is saying “Don’t mess it up”, and the other part of you is saying “Run, make snow angels, yank on one of those branches”.  You know what I mean.  And then you want to walk into the trees just to see what is over there.  Curiosity of the feeling of being surrounded and looking up.

Oh and wouldn’t your Labrador just love this.  If you don’t have one, borrow your neighbor’s.  Hide the ball, dig for the ball, jump around.  Fun stuff.