Snow falls on the steeply sloped roof of the house. Big snow, the kind kids catch twirling about with their tongues out. The hills insulate the home from the wind so even when the weather turns it still drifts slowly down around their little paradise.

Tobogganing, sleigh rides, maple syrup taffees in the snow – it was like post cards and Christmas carols come to life. Things are different now in the slush and wind of the city, 500 miles away from home.