It snowed today.
This time, the trees look like lace and the air is crisp and clear and the house is warm and snug. It was a perfect (if freezing cold) day to go outside and mess around in the snow.
Down the hill here, into the big trees down by the iced-over stream, to throw rocks and hear them ker-klumph through the ice crust, to poke at branches and knots in trees.
Turn about, run up the trail through the rocks, to claim the top of the hill. Shout to the world 'I am here! This is mine!'
Claim this snowy country.
As your very own.