We woke to a landscape covered in a fluffy blanket of white this morning. I told myself as I dressed to go for my morning run that I would NOT take pictures of the snow and post on this blog.
After all... we have all seen a TON of snow photos lately... and why would we want more???
Clearly, I could not resist. I was hardly able to gobble down breakfast quick enough to enlist Evan on a morning hike for photos.
There is something about the snow that brings out a childlike wonder...
The footsteps going away... they are mine. I was the first one through this beautiful archway earlier on my run. It was magical. First footsteps... so quiet... so clean... so perfect...
I met an old friend along the way. It was so good to get a hug.
Old Glory had snow over each star when I ran past. The snow must have hung on the seams... by the time we returned on our walk, the breeze had cleared away much of the snow... it was still beautiful... flying free.