First Snow

I saw snow for the first time when I was 3 years old and living in Japan. I don’t remember anything from those days, but from the pictures that were taken and from what my mom tells me, I loved it. More than 20 years later, I saw snow falling once again, now in Denmark, and I felt like a child again. I had seen snow falling for a few minutes during these days of intense cold, but today, for the first time, it snowed enough to create a white blanket over everything. When I woke up this morning, I opened my curtains to a completely new landscape and I ran outside, full of happiness. I remembered to bring my camera along, and here’s some of what I found (to see the pictures in a larger size, just click them):