It was one of people snows, the type where by it lands like goopy white frosting on each roof and bough, a true winter wonderland. Waiting for our present to be accepted, my spouse and I dared to tour the neighborhood where by we hoped to are living. We adopted the parkway, a sinuous S curve studded with vintage streetlamps, the shadows of overhead branches flickering on the windshield as we built our way up the Interlachen Bridge. A area in between lakes, nonetheless it felt far more like a portal to an additional environment.
We drove gradually (but not also gradually, would not want would-be neighbors to recognize) down the freshly plowed boulevard, gawking at the wonderful households, when a band of rosy-cheeked children in colorful hats and scarves went working by, sleds trailing behind them. We looked at every single other with the exact thought. I questioned, “What