This morning, we awoke to a totally different world. One in which the trees are emptied of their leaves. And the green of grass blanketed in white.
We went downstairs, right out into the open patch in front of the river for Dylan to experience standing on the snow. It wasn't soft and fluffy as I expected. Kinda felt like stepping on ice-kachang spilt on some foodcourt floor - sticky to my boots and crunchy.
A scene from riverbank - just a solitary bench looking out into the Charles, which ordinarily would be teeming with scullers. Feels a little desolate, doesn't it. I guess that's the mood that winter brings.
Another scene, this time from the other side of the river.