an outsider would never believe i spent most my life in calgary.
but when it does snow here, it beautifully dusts all things green with the tiniest layer of white. it falls from the sky in magical clumps and quiets the streets around us that are normally so hectic. it usually melts within a few hours- never staying for much longer than an afternoon, and quickly the city is back to wetness. back to grey. back to rain.
as is the case with most children, finn loves the snow- especially when it is accompanied by mild weather. and so today i found my deeply buried love for the fluffy stuff. a love i have spent my entire life complaining about.