Laughing at tiny snowflakes. Photo by Sean Donohue 2012
It seems like we’ve had nothing but rain this winter, at least until this morning, when flurries of perfectly developed little snowflakes started falling all over the seacoast. We are on the tail end of about 3 weeks of everyone in the house being sick with something or other, so we were excited to escape our germ factory and flee for the seashore for a bit of fresh air. The horizon was blurry with snow, and we could barely make out the hulking shape of the lighthouse guarding the entrance to the river.
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