It finally happened. January became January. The unseasonable 60-degree days finally gave way to the blustery cold sub-freezing temperatures we're used to. And when we woke up yesterday morning, we were greeted by a beautiful white wonderland so still and peaceful. I love snowy lazy weekends where the roads are quiet and we trudge to Market in the stolen stillness of the City's usually chaotic center. Burke is not quite old enough to take interest in the snow, but I'm sure next year I'll have an enthusiastic little snow bunny--a sweaty, tussled boy's boy with frozen fingertips and ruddy cheeks. But, for now, here are some pictures of my sweet snow angel in yesterday's winter snowscape.