First Big Snow Fall of the season

 
On the night of December 19th, the sky was white and the smell of snow was imminent. We woke up to a winter wonderland of pure white fluffy snow that had fallen over our entire world from above, making trees, powerlines, cars and landscape a uniform brilliant white world. We set out to explore the world outside of our street, with the quest for adventure matching Sir Edmund Hillary and Tensing setting out to conquor Mt. Everest. We reached Pomps Pond, winding through the snowy streets of Andover, with all of the usual landmarks obliterated by the snow. Every inch of the way was covered with thick snow and the streets were virtually empty, but the sun was shining and the air clear, crisp and fresh.
After the ritual of making snow angels in the unbroken snow, we climbed up the hill to hear children screaming and laughing as they rocketed down the steep slope to parents waiting below. There were dogs running alongside the snowtubes and horses trotting along the trails. I only wish that we could bottle up the cold, clear air and release it on our hot August summer days. Instead we brushed the snow from our mittens and went back to town for a hot pumpkin latte at Starbucks