Sometimes - in May - it snows.
We wake to an un-invited...un-expected...un-decided landscape that is colored temporarily white instead of the many shades of what spring should.
And sometimes - in May - there are scenes unforgettable.
They didn't blink twice. Not - at me and my camera. Not - at the snow.
They were there - one for the other.
A white-haired mother with her brown-haired girl.
A magical moment.