We woke up to the tiniest snowfall down here by the lake. There has been snow on the peaks for weeks now, and I’ve been hiking through it up high since I got here, but it hadn’t shown itself down low yet.
The first snowfall always make me feel like a child again, running to the window every few minutes to make sure it’s still falling, anticipating the next day’s activities. I love the quiet of a snowy morning and the way pine trees stand out through the white.
We have a long winter ahead of us, but for now, I am enjoying the stillness of the lake and the beauty of snow covered mountains. Stay warm, wherever you are!