This evokes memories of my brothers; looking for a clear run through the woods, sending the youngest down first to scout out the bumps and stumps, suffering near blindness from flying snow and stinging tears followed by the sudden deceleration of landing in the creek below. It was a blast! How did we survive it?
Under the onslaught of this Arctic Vortex it is difficult to remember that Winter can be good, very good. Remember the joy!