The Child Within

I'm in touch with my "inner child".

Last night I was delighted as I peered through the curtains before getting into bed. Whoop! It was snowing. Fat fluffy flakes floating and falling (oooh, nice alliteration). The bushes and trees of neighbouring gardens sprinkled with snow looked like they'd come straight out of a fairy tale. Even the cars looked strange - as if they'd pulled fluffy white blankets over themselves to keep warm for the night. There is always an ethereal quality to any scene at night when it is snowing. The snow reflects any little bit of light and gives the place a feeling of twilight. I love being in the warm watching it snow outside.

Until the "outer adult" wondered - what shoes can I wear to work so I don't fall base over apex tomorrow?

Happy Journeys.