I couldn't even remember the last time I ate snow.

Long enough ago that the taste alluded me.

So, yes, I indulged.

Why only let the kids?

And, then I remembered. 

It's as if eating light, crisp, cold air.

She refused to be deterred by snowy road conditions.

Cooped up all afternoon, the sun was getting low when we finally convinced them to go out.

Then we couldn't lure them back in.

The foot of snow that had fallen, now shoveled into mounds, was much too compelling.