I was just wondering, has anyone else ever gone outside to write their name in the snow and figured hey I might as well break a few more ends off the icicles hanging off the roof to have just one more? Then while adding a few letters to my middle name ( the whole name ends up being in a circle since I use the same two shoe holes in the snow and need to spin like the hands of a clock) I gaze upward and see the brightest display of stars that seem to have multipled since I was ther 30 minutes ago. Anyway, as I'm standing there feeling very small but so very thankful I get lost in the wonder of actually being in such a wonderful place. Then I stay out there extra long so the cold sets in a little deeper because I know the wood stove is roaring inside and when I get there it will feel extra good. Then I add the pleasure of the wood smoke smell to list of things I am grateful for on such nights. I could go on and on so can anyone else relate to this????