The trees heavy with their burden of soft snow.
Not even the whisper of wind could change the color of the snow covered branches that we can see from out our bedroom window.
The swing lay idle, the slippery dip covered. Even my sunshine wall art was barely visible.
Carved to an inch of the rail, the snow sat regal, almost daring you to poke your finger in and sweep it off its perch.
As the sun rose, the blue sky reflected its hue across the piles of snow created by ploughs and humans.
It is indeed a happy day and taking a moment to breathe it in is what we should do.