Beauty in Brevity

This morning was perfect, the snow laying heavy on the tree branches, casting a white pallor on the forest behind our house. A squirrel climbed up a young tree, making it sway under his weight, shaking the snow from the branches as he climbed.

I love the way snow muffles sound and carpets everything in a pristine quiet. I love the way it emphasizes every line and angle of the branches it settles on and I love watching it drop from the limbs as the temperature rises.

I love snow.