Snowy landscape just before sunrise this morning.
Did the the groundhog lie? I thought the wintry weather was officially over, but we got stormed upon last night. Again.
I’m not complaining – I love a fresh blanket of pristine snow. I’m like a kid when it starts falling: all giddy and hyper, not matter the time of day.
Some time before midnight, I turned on the floodlights and walked onto the back deck to listened to it snow.
I love how insulating snowfall is, blocking out all the other sounds.
To me, snowfall sounds like hot water sizzling in a cast iron pan. But last night, a bit of sleet sleet mixed with the snow. I found the patter of those thousands of tiny ice shards so inviting, so energizing– that had it been a bit warmer, I might have found a way to hang out with my laptop and write.