Please allow me to properly introduce myself. I am known around these parts as The Snow Queen. Some love me, most hate me, but everyone knows who I am and they know who to blame, or thank, when the fluffy white stuff starts flying up here in the mountains. I love snow and all things related to Winter.
To me, there are very few things in life quite as lovely as watching tiny little ice sculptures fall gracefully from the sky and land peacefully on the earth to form a bright, white blanket over everything as far as the eye can see. Day or night, this spectacle never ceases to arouse great joy and happiness somewhere deep in my soul that somehow manifests itself into a giddy little giggle, followed closely by some sort of jumping for joy and clapping my hands together, while smiling the widest of smiles that my mouth can create.
I’m told this is quite a sight to see. A grown woman exuding the happiness of a child. What can I say? I’m just a big kid at heart. Especially when it comes to snow! Allow me to share what my eyes saw today here at the cabin.
And I just happened to see this a few minutes ago. Talk about purple mountain’s majesty!