C.S. Lewis wrote about a place that was enchanted with snow. It's true to say that growing up I constantly dreamed about going there, no matter how much reality proved it to be impossible. Even now, the same thoughts occasionally cross my mind, leaving me in laughter at the stupidity of the subject. Recently however, I began to look at the whole idea from a new perspective. About three weeks ago, when we had at least a little snow, we went to pick up my dad from work. Parking our car I saw one of the trees glistening beautifully and grabbing my camera, hurried out to snap a picture of it. After a few minutes of constant capturing I found myself in an endless photo shoot...that is, until I was called back to the car. Being pressed for time I quickly flipped through the images on my camera and then laughing to myself, realized they looked like they were straight out of Lewis' imagination. Incredible. From the time I was seven I'd dreamed about going to such a place when, in reality, I was smack dab in the center of it. Truthfully, there isn't a world inhabited with fawns, dwarfs and talking animals, but we do live in one that's equally as magical.
