It smells just like innocence and it reminds me of so many different memories.

When the first flakes of the season began this year,  something really magical begins to stir in the year. Something so white, so pure has descended upon us. Something that is different every year. No one snowflake is the same and even though it’s cold outside, something flutters to keep me warm inside. It’s like a fresh slate, a new ground of white fluffiness, giving you a chance to restart. A time to relax, and take the first jump into the snow and make snow angels, or ski down the bunny hill, or slide on a sleigh. Whatever that floats your boat, it’s something special. During this time, we’re surrounded by the ones that we love, and the beautiful indigo sky with breathtaking snowflakes dancing their spectacular dance.