There is snow everywhere outside my window: on the streets, sidewalks, cars, trees, rooftops, everywhere. Nobody is stirring; the city feels like a ghost town.

I’m putting on a hat and venturing outside to enjoy the quietness, the serenity, the beauty. Wish you were here to join me. We could make snow angels.

(photo via)

There is snow everywhere outside my window: on the streets, sidewalks, cars, trees, rooftops, everywhere. Nobody is stirring; the city feels like a ghost town.

I’m putting on a hat and venturing outside to enjoy the quietness, the serenity, the beauty. Wish you were here to join me. We could make snow angels.

(photo via)