Yesterday at dinner time, it started to snow. By the children's bedtime, 15 cm of snow covered everything. Instead of putting Synne (4) to bed, I dressed her and myself in on our warm winter coveralls. Armed with a torchlight, we went out and looked in amazement on the changed world.
We wrote our names with footprints in the snow. Threw a few snowballs. Caught snowflakes on our tongues. Looked at snowflakes on my black gloves in the glow from the torchlight. Synne carried the torchlight as we carefully walked into the dark yard to lie down and make snow angels on the lawn. As I laid on my back waving my arms and legs, the wet, intense snowfall stung my face, and we returned inside with burning cheeks.
Frankly, I don't know who had the best time, she or I.
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