Snow

So as I look outside and see the foot of snow everywhere I can't help but think it's beautiful. When I think of snow storms and snow days I think of this. Not the brownish slush or icey rain. This is the snow I remember from the '90's snow storms of my childhood. Running through the pine trees and building snow men. The old '76 snowmobile and building snow forts on the farm. The beauty of it all when on q day like this you can have so many memories. I just hope that my parents have such great ones and when I have kids they feel the same way. Maybe today I'll go build a snowman and make some new memories to share.