That, my friends, is pretty darn white.
We stayed up late Sunday night watching the snow. It was hard to go to bed because it’s just so beautiful and peaceful. But we finally did and Monday morning was absolutely stunning. While I waited fifteen minutes for my windshield wipers to thaw (yes, they caused me to be fifteen minutes late to work), I snapped a few pictures.
Breathtaking people. Funny enough, this was my first substantial snow storm to go through and see the aftermath. I was basking in Hawaii when the first crazy one hit in December 2009 and hopped on a plane to California in February 2010 as the second doozer came through. Of course, there’s been a few in between, but I don’t think this much or this beautiful.
As I drove along through the fairy tale world on my way to work, I kept feeling like, ‘Is this real life?’ And if you don’t know where that’s from, here you go. I was jolted to reality when someone threw a snowball smack dab at my face on the windshield.
It was gorgeous. Very excited for my seventy degree day tomorrow and for the next snow storm. Kinda wish it would happen when my parents are here. They need to experience Virginia at some point.
And hopefully next blog will be about something other than snow.