The Joy of Childhood
The morning frost had just lifted as the first signs of the sun began to creep over the horizon. It had been bitterly cold for the past week and last night there was a storm that left everything covered in a blanket of white. The rolling hills, the barns, and the trees all covered in varying amounts of snow. The clean white cover, and the cool, quiet mountain air, gave the entire valley a peaceful, pristine appearance.