This is not much of a post. I just didn’t want to let the first snow of the season arrive unacknowledged. I wait all year for the first snow. It’s what I love about winter. First, you notice that the sky has gone a certain shade – battleship gray is the best way to describe it. Then, you smell it. The air has a certain crispy coldness to it. It’s the fragrance of snow.
The first coating is a fine crystalline dust that sticks to plants, roofs, and automobiles. Flakes dance and flirt with each other on the breeze. Sound is muffled and at one point it seems that the earth is still and at peace.
I love snow.
