Friday the 13th and the Niagara Region gets hit with its first major snow storm of 2012 and I found myself in a snowy paradise.
I prayed to the snow Gods for every night and day. On the twenty-third day she responded with blinding whiteness.
It was cold, bitter cold, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying natures white wrath of beauty.
The wind billowed its wicked strength though my ancient winter coat as the fat flakes fell gracefully from the grey snow filled sky.
How do you play in the snow, or do you prefer the comforts of a warm fireplace?