When I was done, my toddler and I lay down on the soft mattress which is two feet of new-fallen snow on our front lawn. I actually stood upright, and let myself fall directly on my back. The landing was more than soft, I felt totally weightless.
We made snow angels, which I haven't done for too many years, and then I just lay there, looking up on the perfectly shaped snowflakes, tumbling down from the cotton white sky, dancing and swirling lazily on their way down, until they reached my nose, my cheeks, my eyelashes.
We were two kids at that moment!