We got a foot of snow downtown Portland... overnight. And it was a blast. Michael and I wasted no time grabbing our cross country skis and making the streets a playground (because no one in their right mind was driving).
There was something so magical about waking up that morning. Tons of people flooded the street, walking (instead of driving) to get their morning coffee, smiling as they passed by one another. It's the simple things, truly-like a fresh unexpected snowfall, that can bring us the most joy.