It's so pretty out!

I know that half of you who read this think anything to do with winter is just evil, but for me, I don't know if there is anything prettier than the morning after a snow storm. Sure by the end of the day, most of those pretty white piles will have either melted into oblivion, turned into a sheet of ice, or turned that gross brown color, but who cares? In my mind, that's all overruled by the view of snow in the bare trees and the sound of snow under your shoes. There's also the sense that everything is a little quieter that morning and if you ignore the cars trying to get to work, a little more peaceful... And this is total blasphemy, but I kinda liked having to get up this morning and walk through the snow because otherwise, I would not have seen the snowy landscape in all of its early morning glory...

So there's my little morning optimism for you all. Stop grumbling hehe

Cheers.