“Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen.”
-Ogden Nash
The end of Fall is not the most beautiful time of year. Dark. Rainy. Grey.
Gloomy and gross, wet dead leaves pocketed in corners and brown everywhere.
Then it snows.
The light white dust over all that you can see, blanketing the world around and reflecting the lights in a twinkling dance of sparkles.
The quiet as sound is dampened, making the world more mysteriously peaceful.
The transformation of the every day into the spectacular, as Nature shows that even at the end of the year there are tricks and beauty up her sleeve to reawaken our senses that have been dulled and lulled.
After the next snow, venture forth and see the new beauty of the newly fallen snow.