Snow

Snow

Snow!

Winter is Coming.

I’m gonna be 44 years old and I still can’t contain myself from childlike joy when I see the first giant flakes of snow falling from the skies.

If loving snow is wrong, I’m wrong.

Also, I love you HWMMS. I love you for making sure our driveway is clear to pass and for loving me even on the giddiest of snowyful days in Springville.