I'm not a big fan of the cold.
So when I saw a slew of excited posts about snow in my area on social media, I will admit to a grinch-like inward groan.
But after a few minutes, I went to my door and looked out. There was the snow – proper, fluffy, swirling chunks of it spinning down from the sky, dancing through pools of street lamp light, and falling soundlessly across all the land.
I was surprised to find myself feeling thrilled at the sight of – it really did feel like a magical visit from some kind of winter spirit.
I thought I'd share with you a picture of me as The Snow Queen. Beware strange women in the street offering you Turkish Delight!