It was just the beginning of the storm when he suited up in his winter armour. His plastic, sled-shield was positioned for protection as he stepped out and surveyed the immensity of the white world before him. I could tell his hesitation was only to take it all in before he dove full force into that blast of wind and snow. He faced the elements with pleasure for he is self-proclaimed, "Skinny Superhero" (who can fit through anything, and can brave any storm, I might add). I gazed upon my tiny hero with adoration. I love winter simply for this reason--my children are elated that the earth has changed and they're determined to enjoy every minute of it.