It passed us and suddenly we were alone again, just the two of us in this incredible crisp white paradise with snow softly falling from the sky all around us, sparkling as it drifted to the ground and on top of our car...winding our way around the highest of roads amid the rocky mountains, ice ribbons lacing their way around the snow-covered road and the perfect light grey clouds that layered around us.
By the time we edged out of the pine trees on the other side of the path, the Fairmont lay to one side and the first glimpses of Lake Louise lay to the other side. And in between, a little wooden cabin, straight out of a winter movie.
It was later in the afternoon and a few clouds were drifting in the afternoon sky, the right side of said clouds lined with a soft yellow, a reflection of the dipping sun. The snow was such a pure white that it was tinged with the palest of icy blue tones.
