That sound, underfoot, as you walk home from a bar. The flakes fall softly in your hair and tickle your nose. The excitement is there, tomorrow is your day off and tonight it is snowing. As you walk home there is a wonderful sound that follows you. Squeaky, crunchy, crisp fresh snow compacting under your boots. Tomorrow you'll be riding that fresh snow. Tomorrow you've arranged to meet, so you can ride together. Tomorrow is a brand new day and it holds a lot of promise.
