"She began to walk forward, crunch-crunch over the snow and through the wood
toward the other light. In about 10 minutes she reached it and found it was a
lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in
the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter patter
of feet coming towards her."
toward the other light. In about 10 minutes she reached it and found it was a
lamp-post. As she stood looking at it, wondering why there was a lamp-post in
the middle of a wood and wondering what to do next, she heard a pitter patter
of feet coming towards her."
- The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
What is it about snow that just makes me want to curl up with a good book at home on the sofa while sipping something warm? Oh, why did I have to grow up and get a job? Watching the first real snowfall of the year while sitting at my desk at work just isn't very magical.

