windblown

The morning of the big snow, Jack and Peter made me go out with them to build a snowman. At 6:30AM. But it was the first “sticky snow” of the winter, so I complied.

Later that day, three gentlemen from the subcontinent were behind my office taking pictures of each other, amazed at all the snow and wanting to share it with friends and family back home. The wonder of snow knows neither age or geographic limits.