As I stepped down the porch stairs to the street this morning, the first snowflakes started to fall. By mid afternoon many of the businesses downtown had closed and the snow brought a weird calm to the city. Walking home in the dark (5pm) in a steady silence was magical (ignoring the fact that I was completely soaked). When I got home I found the Christmas tree that my significant boy bought for us. The first time we’ve ever had one.

Anyway, this is an older illustration. The first snowfall is always a little special.

Now let’s all drink some tea and watch the shining!