It was a clear crisp morning, the sun shining brightly through branches of the snow-capped trees.

You could hear the faint crunch of Farah’s boots as she waddled through the thick blanket of snow, the distinct sound of kids' laughter could be heard from your neighbour's lawn across the street, the two of you, however, were having some fun of your own, building a wonky looking snowman.

“How big does this thing have to be?” Farah asked, rolling a giant ball of snow across the front lawn.