“While the earth has slumbered, all the air has been alive with feathery flakes descending.” — Henry David Thoreau, “A Winter Walk”
It snowed, and it is still snowing hours after it began and now the trees are clad in fluffy white garments and the ground blanketed in a sound dampening layer of calm.
Quarter sized flakes waft down faster than the leaves of Fall but slower than the raindrops of Spring, meandering from Heaven like mini-winged angels bringing peace from above.
Moment after moment, timeless in the white noise of a white world while flakes fall in a winter wonder that we see over and over over the years. Not silent but still amid the gentle deluge of crystals dropping from the sky, fascinating and ever altering in the patterns of the frozen precipitation that piles up on fence posts and tree limbs and even the people out in the fantastically frozen scene.
The early snows of the season carry magic we must appreciate.