Last week it was rainy and cold enough to snow in the mountains north of Los Angeles. So on my day off, my sister-in-law, niece, nephew and I travelled an hour north to the mountains in Frazier Park. It was the first time I'd seen snow in almost four years (and my nephew's very first time!) and it was so wonderful to see the snow-dappled mountains and pine trees. Of course, I thought my toes were going to fall off after about twenty minutes... But at one point I stood and looked around and realized that all I could hear was the sound of the wind.