When a little white dust changes everything…

The first time I saw snow I was in my early twenties. Still to this day I get giddy excitement when they suggest any hope of even a light dusting! One day I will have to visit somewhere where the snow is deep and constant.

I have to say that Vienna does look very pretty in a white dusting, until it turns to muddy slush. Some days I wish I knew how to ski so I had an excuse to go out in the snow but I think I would be rubbish at skiing because no doubt I would want to take the camera with me!

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