Whenever I see this at night:
I always think of this night:
While in DC in 2010, I had the chance to go to Valley Forge with a bunch of other BYU students. We planned to stay the night and continue to Philadelphia in the morning.
As a friend and I walked outside that night, it was so quiet. It's that silence that makes you feel like you are the only person outside. All sound seemed to be absorbed by falling snow.
After taking a couple pictures (and secretly wishing we were in Narnia) we went to bed. Only to discover in the morning...it snowed 3 feet. That's right. It was over our knees:
So now every time it snows at night I secretly wish that when I wake up, it'll be super deep again. Even though I know it'll be a hassle later. Technically we were snowed in, and it took us 7 hours to get back to DC...BUT it still turned out to be one of the best days ever. My favorite part was the mini snow war we had. Being knocked to the ground didn't even matter because it was like falling into a foam pit.