The pollution has been horrible, like seriously horrible. I woke up this morning and could barely breathe after spending 2 days in what was essentially a sandstorm. So the thought of rain was a welcome prospect. But then around 12:30 am Sunday morning we looked outside and it was snowing. I love snow, adore it actually. There is something magical about those little white flakes in a multitude of crystalized shapes.
Grabbing our coats and boots we ran outside to catch a little bit of wintery fun before it stopped. snapping photos as we did.
Dreaming Eyes of Wonder 