the first snowfall is always magical. though it comes with constancy like rain in the spring, the first snow of the season never fails to stir up awe and wonder.
last weekend, i woke up to a white canvas of fresh and clean snow. the sun was out and what a sight as shimmering snow flurries filled the air. our magnolia tree, with every branch and twig bald and bare, are decked with snow blowing off snow dust at the intermittent gust of wind.
i stood still from the bedroom window looking out at nature’s silent rendering of yet another photogenic landscape. eloquent, unruffled and serene. what a glorious morning!