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To open the curtains and to gaze out upon a white wonderland is something that I never get tired of. Although I might moan and groan about the state of the icy and dangerous paths and roads, the sight of sparkling, glistening snow has always been magical.
I remember my own excitement when I was a child, building snowmen with my brother and father. I remember snowball fights with my son when he was little and I can still hear his shrieks of delight as the snow crumbled down his collar. Now, with him at university, I am left with memories as I sit and watch the birds fighting over the bread that I have thrown out, cradling a cup of coffee and being thankful that today, at least, I do not have to drive to work.