We're the kind of snowbirds that fly north for winter. 

A MLK weekend family getaway in Michigan treated by my always too generous auntie and uncle. 

My little cousin with eyes bright, perched in his tube like a chickadee in nest, eager for every flight downhill. 

We on cross country skis like a procession of waterfowl...some swans smoothly gliding upon the icy grooved snow...others ducklings, contentedly waddling aback. 

As birds of prey, clawing our warm bounty of chili, Grand Traverse cherry crumble pie, and bratwurst, satisfying our voracious, chilled appetites. 

So passed a snowy weekend with my gregarious family flock.