I remember the anticipation of snow as a kid.
In Tennessee, it was a Very Big Deal if snow was even in the forecast and we made all the proper (Southern) preparations. Milk, bread, eggs. Mom convinced us that if we brushed our teeth twice than the snow gods would surely send us their white fluffy rain. And my best friend Brittany always came over so she could get snowed in with us. Every hour after dusk, we would run downstairs and flip the switch for the outdoor patio light to see if we saw any large white flakes.
And last night, Whit and I did the same thing. We don’t have our own patio light, but we did poke our heads out our frosted living room window to see the large white fluffy flakes falling in front of the street lights.
And in the middle of the night, both of us at different times woke up and heard the sound of snow in Korea: sweet silence.
When we did wake up, our world was as white as the quiet suggested. So we headed out for a winter walk/hike around the nearby pond and up the mountain.
Here are a few pictures from our fun day acting like the kids we still are at heart.