SnowDay

Oh, how we flew through the wonders, and rarity of today. There are few words to describe the feeling. The whiteness expanding before you, as you bound through the beautiful powder. High on the rocks and sheltered by the trees, cold weapons flying though the air. The sunlight reflecting off of the white plains of ice the stunning glimpse of light. Penguins down the hill crashing into collisions of wonder. Angels made and floating about, signed by little fingers. Cold air rushing though many smiling lungs. The lungs are happy, the body is happy, so thankful for this day.