my first snow fall

The Santa Fe - Grand Canyon trip added another amazing experience to my life: I witnessed snowfall for the first time. On my return from the Grand Canyon, I spent a night in the historic city of Flagstaff, where I was hosted by Craig and Kim Holland (an ex-brighter). It snowed for hours that night, and I enjoyed watching the snow accumulate through the transparent doors and windows while savoring some apple pie near a wood burner. By dawn, I couldn't wait to jump outside and play in the snow. The scenery was picturesque all around me. I helped Craig wipe the snow off the car, made snowballs, and tossed them into the air. After warming up inside the house, I went back out to play and watched the snow gradually melt and pour down from the roof. In contrast, on my way to Flagstaff from the Grand Canyon, I saw acres and acres of half-burnt trees that remained from last year's forest fire