January 2012. When a soft orange glow lit up my room, I was compelled to search for the source. A few steps and a glance out the window had me dashing for the camera. Outside, a visage so spectacular and ethereal, it could only be a sign from Nature herself. But, of what? The early coming of Spring, as foretold by the presence of Robins in my yard that same day? Or something more ominous... perhaps the first real taste of Winter. I snapped a shot of the sky to look at later and, after settling the children in for the night, put it out of my mind. Morning brought few surprises. It was not long though, before things began to change. The first crystalline flakes were not long in coming and before the afternoon handed itself over to evening, a fluffy thick layer of soft, luminescent snow covered all. As the sun declined in the West, leaving us with more questions to speculate about, it once again broadcast a signal across the now snow covered land. This epic tale of Winter has yet to have it's end written but, as you can see plainly, one little Arabian horse eagerly awaits the outcome.