I dreamt that I was walking barefoot through snow in a city I did not know very well, if at all. It was sunny and balmy. Dressed in light pants and a thin shirt with long sleeves, I was enjoying every step. It was early in the morning and there was nobody around. I was aware that it was mid-April and that the snow was a surprise at this time of the year. There was a bit less than a foot of it everywhere I went. I remember that I was looking for parks, each of which I would crisscross several times. It was an enormous joy to feel the snow under my feet. Every single step delighted me ever anew. I was enchanted by the unexpected experience, and I was thus sorely disappointed when I woke up in the middle of the night. Remembering the delight, I relished the dream. It did not take me long to reach for my laptop and record it, for I was afraid that I would lose it by the morning. Walking barefoot through snow was an amazing experience I would wish to remember forever. Feeling lucky to have recorded the dream, I hope that I will go back to sleep pretty soon.