The First True Snow

Excluding the snow that we got the night of Heather's party, the first snow of winter came tonight.

It's magical, you know; the snow. It's silent and beautiful and elegent. It's as though an entirely new layer of life has been laid down on the world. It's so clean and clear, and it shines with a brightness that cannot be described. It softens hard edges.

Watching the flakes fall down and down and down. And then another and another. The endless crystals of white.

It is purest form of magic. And it's wonderful, and it's nature.

Tomorrow, I want to walk in the freshly fallen snow. It might be my favorite time to be in the woods.