Sleepy head peeked from lazy pillow-that was enough, I jolted awake, heart leaping.
Three windows, angled outward, glass framing pictures of yesterdays' world; gone, snow-falling in penny-sized flakes, rendering everything new.
I slipped on boots and hat, camera in tow, and walked to those familiar places made unfamiliar by the white.
I met this father. He was taking his son for his first walk in the snow.
It has been a beautiful morning.
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