It’s always a strange feeling to go to bed late, wake up early, and find out in the seemingly small time that you were asleep, a whole lot of snow grabbed it’s little white coat and hat, and jumped out of a cloud and laid flat on the ground. There’s so many sounds specific to this kind of year, especially after a snowfall. Here’s a few of them on my street.
Picturesque Halifax on Citadel Hill. I love the view in the winter.