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Tuesday November 30, 2004 // By Sandy

First flakes

I’m always a big fan of the first snow of the season, but this year it seemed extra special. Perhaps it was because we were home all day preparing for the next day’s Thanksgiving dinner, cozying up next to our oven while it sleeted and poured outside. Or maybe it was that when I finally went outside at 11 pm, after the grossness of the day turned into the tranquilness of the night, I was greeted with a neighborhood unmuddied with footprints or cars or slush. I couldn’t help going out—in my shorts no less—and letting the briskness envelop me. I must have stood there for 5 or 10 minutes, just … being. I was happy.

And then I got out my camera so I could share it all with you. Witness:

A blanket over the neighborhood

A shadow on the snow

There are more. Take a look at them over in my flickr account.

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