I loved snow growing up. Waking up to the yard covered by a storm made my heart soar. Not only did I get a day off from school, I knew I would spend most of it playing outside in a white fantasyland. As I grew up, that thrill faded away. Snow became that awful stuff I had to shovel off my car before driving to work. When I did get the chance to be outdoors, the snow had inevitably melted into an icy mess. I thought I would never enjoy it again. Today, for one day at least, the wonder all came back. A powder storm fell on the region late this week. This was a storm winter lovers dream about, pure enough to see individual snowflakes. I had to get outside and hike. In snow
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