The first snowfall of every season feels special, even if one has seen many. There is something ethereal about the silence that descends when the snow falls, gently kissing the bare branches, or the leaves that are here to stay. There is innocence and simplicity in that. This morning as we had our first proper snowfall of this season, my little ones watched with joy and wonder. It was a good moment to capture.
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