I know a little more how much a simple thing like a snowfall can mean to a person.
~ Sylvia Plath

I have a love/hate relationship with winter – the darkness, the bleak pallor it casts over the landscape, the cold that seeps into your bones.
But when it snows….love!
Everything becomes soft, bright and sparkling. The air carries the fresh, clean scent of frost. A fresh snowfall is so transformative; against the bleak, grey darkness of the landscape, I can’t help but feel my spirits lift for a bit.