I mentioned earlier in the week that I like to get up early when we’ve had a morning snowstorm and be one of the first ones outside. Even though there’s a snowstorm swirling around me there’s still a calmness about it. There’s something special about being the first one to make a path through the newly fallen snow.
Once you walked through these gates and up the alley it brought you out to this open field (it’s actually a baseball field). It was pretty amazing to be standing here surrounded by this sea of white.