The Snowy Day

Stepped out our front door to a frosty white world.
There’s something magical about walking the dog around the neighborhood, crunching through the snow, lit by the streetlights and our laughter.


make note of them and their hops.

Stepped out our front door to a frosty white world.
There’s something magical about walking the dog around the neighborhood, crunching through the snow, lit by the streetlights and our laughter.