There is something extremely calming about driving in the dead of night, when the snow is light and fluffy.
Makes you want to stop, get out of the car and look up at the sky and try and count the snowflakes.
And when one is dared to jump into the snow and there is no chill in the air, one does.
Or in my case, lifted into the snow, crutches to my side.
I wish we had taken a photo.
Fallen angels, indeed.
Oh and a word of advice to those of you who have heated car seats – warn your occupants before you turn the seat warmers on.
It took me a solid five minutes to figure out my ass was not radiating its own heat.
Yes, been one of those days.