The day after we arrived in Northern California, the snow began to fly. The temperatures for a day or two didn't get above three degrees. It was cold. The snow almost looked fake. It looked more like crystals than anything. But the first time the sun peaked out and the temperature rose into the twenties, we ventured out to play.
The snow was not good snowman making snow. But it was great for making snow angels.
Then the snow began again.
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