snow

walking outside at night during snowfall. 
sounds are muffled, 
that peculiar sound of compacting snow,
a cross between a squeek and a moan. 
streetlights reflecting a warm sulfurous glow. 
the glitter of the individual flakes. 
it's beautiful, untouched. 
it makes the grey/brown winter world wonderous to behold. 
the transient nature of snow, 
especially here in the high desert, 
reminds you how quickly things can change.


i've always been a snow baby. born in mn, there is nothing i love better then a heavy snowfall. especially since i live in an area where snow is scarce. i can get to snow if i drive a bit, but it's not often right outside my door. 


snow makes the dull, dreary, brown winter world into a thing of beauty. a field of untouched snow is one of my favorite things. there is such promise there. a literal blank slate. you are reminded of the dormant state of the world hidden under it's blanket of white. how when springtime comes, and the snow melts, green shoots will peak through the melting snow and the world will once again come to life. this season of slumber is my second favorite, only behind autumn with its colors. it's winter with it's lack of color (or all colors depending how you think of white) that holds such promise.


may your world be white!


let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!