Sick of the snow. Sick of the cold. Lillian is over being indoors, and it’s raining snow. We have no choice but to bundle up and brave the elements. We hit Skyles Test which is a local nature park that runs along the river. Everything is a blanket of white. Trees. Roads. Everything including her fur. As we walk, the brush catches my eye. Its bright red. Deep red against the freshly fallen white. So beautiful. I can’t say that I would have noticed this particular bush if the snow hadn’t fallen so delicately against the sharp red.