It’s 11am on the East Coast. The snow falling, if any, is not noticeable — it stopped pretty much about 1/2 an hour ago, leaving about 4-6 inches in it’s wake. (The weather disaster mongers were wrong once again.) The branches of the pine trees that I can see as I sit at my computer are starting to move about — not good, as this snowfall was extremely wet. Wet, heavy snow can mean power outages. And I just heard a branch from one of the pine trees come down. The sky is brightening and starting to clear.
This is my favorite time of a snowfall — clean, pristine snow, frosty air, the silence is a balm to my ears. It is a small slice of serenity before the world intrudes once more.