wide-eyed wonder

The first time I recall seeing snow outside of, maybe, Texas? Which really doesn't count, as we all know.

In the evening, we walked out to campus. Twice. The second time, we were greeted with tiny flurries of crystal.

Wish I had a picture of me running around chasing snowflakes with my mouth.

In the morning, I woke up to this:

The difference two hours makes ;p