Having grown up in a region of France where snow was rare, you can imagine my delight when last week this is the spectacle I awoke to. From my bedroom window, I got to witness one of my favourite vistas. The snow I had often wished for had finally fallen, and covered everything with its white magical blanket.
Wanting to be part of the festivities the sun had decided to stay and gave everything it came in contact with a bright and blinding light. The air was crisp and cold, I felt I was in paradise. Camera in hand I was like a child in a candy store, grinning for no reason, just happy to be there.
Even the frozen blades of grass revealed their true charm when being enveloped by their frigid white coats. Looking outside my bedroom window, I felt as if the Christmas I did not spent at home this year, had been offered to me at a time I could enjoy it with my children. As it happened, the snow had started on Friday afternoon and lasted the whole night through. By Saturday morning everything was totally covered, a Winter morning treasure.