I am ready for the lamb, but it seems the lion is not ready to give up his reign.
This snow fall is one that I don't mind though. The flakes are more like powderpuffs falling from the sky. The wind has decided to be kind and only very calmly reminds us she is there on occasion. There is no noise but the teeny fairy pit-pit of snowflakes falling on your jacket, and only that if you open both ears, stop breathing, and make wrinkles of concentration on your brow.
The air is mild, the snow is bright, walking isn't trecherous, and frostbite isn't a concern on the tips of our noses.
It's a fresh feeling, and a welcome one.
Corynn thought it would be a good idea to bring her umbrella and then, immediately pawned it off on her brother to hold while she picked up the 'treasures' she found, this particular time, snowflakes.