I have always loved snow. We usually got enough every year to make a decent snowman with when we were little. In fact, when I was putting together a photobook for my sister’s recent birthday I found years worth of ‘all the girls with their snowman’ pictures, all of us bundled up in hats, scarves, gloves and coats with flushed cheeks and wide smiles.
Obviously, recent events have dampened my love of snow, so to speak. Still, I’ll hope that it snows again this Christmas so it can make the world into a picture postcard. This time I’ll just make sure to wear ski boots, even if I look like a fool.