FINALLY.

After three days of hankerin’ for some of that white gold, it struck. For the first time in our lives, Lokes and I, met Snow.

And Snow is beautiful.

Softly and silently, she fell, and I walked with Snow to the park.

And still she did not speak, but played with the grass and the trees, pretty as she pleased.

Snow touched everyone and everything.

And I touched her.

More pics of our first experience with Snow.