Nothing better than a walk at 10:00pm with a close friend through a fresh and virgin snowfall. Our footprints were the only ones for miles. The crunch of the snow underfoot and the sounds deadened by the blanket of snow. Lights reflecting off the snow and it seems brighter with the snow covering the ground. Walking in silence and awe at how beautiful everything can be. A fresh new world. When all of a sudden I realized how damn cold my feet were and we went back and made tea. Miss you Arturo.