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While technically in the spring, it snowed when I was staying in the blue mountains of Colorado. 9000 feet in the air. Never seen such snow or experienced such bliss.
I remember when I was a kid, I chose to walk home from a friends house after a sleepover. His mom told me to wake her up so she could take me home, but I lived in the neighborhood right across so it wasn’t far at all. I was about 10 or 11. I was walking on the street around 7 in the morning, it was snowing and quite cold out. We had just gotten dumped on a few days before, lots of snow everywhere. Completely covering cars, roofs and trees, like a big fluffy blanket. As I stepped on the freshly fallen snow, I heard and felt the crunch and squeak of the snow on my feet. I stopped. I took notice how beautiful the snow was and how peaceful it was. All I could hear was the slight whistling of the gentle wind in the distance. I thought, “wow, this is beautiful. I love winter”
What was your moment when you knew you loved winter, bros?
