Snow

The first snow of the season is already melting on the lawn, even though it won't be Winter for ten days yet. More should arrive tomorrow. I love snow - the more, the better! I love heavy, fat flakes of it falling like feathers from the sky, casting a strange light in the wee hours of the night. I love the sound of the snowplow rumbling past just before dawn. Fresh snow makes the world new and clean, and the comforting, cathedral silence of it feels like a promise.



Pax et bonum,
~O~