Wearing snow boots over our pajamas, and armed with the camera (a few more pictures on Flickr), a tripod, and the baby monitor, Steve and I had a date in the snow at 11 o'clock last night. There had been a mellow, but lovely snow fall during the evening. It was surprisingly warm, and bright--they sky was as pink as the photo above shows. There's something so magical and mystical about the world right after the snow stops falling--especially, I think, in the middle of the night. When I was single and living in a city-ish neighborhood, I loved heading out into the streets with my pup at night after a storm. There was something so surreal about wading my way through the untouched snow in the middle of streets that would otherwise be bustling with traffic. The quiet was amazing. Last night--with woods instead of city streets as our environment--everything around us seemed other-worldly. It felt perfectly natural that there would be no sounds except the crunching of the snow, and that the sky would be a brilliant pink, and in a place that seemed like it would be all 'white,' there was really an amazing array of color.