Finally!

As much of a delight as 60° days in February might be, there’s something a bit suspect about them for me. Even knowing that we can never know what causes a given day’s weather, it just reeks of climate change to me. Fair or not? Who cares!

So there was an element of relief in getting out in a bit of snow - a small bit, honestly, but there it was. The sun was up already when I arrived and the combination of the snow and the quality of the light came close to magic.

The snow traces the branches, echoes the grace of limbs, and accentuates the gentle, late-winter sunshine. And the quiet, it is almost pure, at least momentarily. So grateful to have been there and seen this!