The Snow Introduces Us Anew

On Thursday morning I stepped out of our garage into the first snowfall of the winter.

Although the snowfall was minimal by New England standards the snow itself was heavy, weighing down the branches of our Japanese Maple.

By Saturday, the snow still clung to the bare branches, despite the persistent rain. As I walked along the street, I looked up into the trees and found stunning abstract designs, along with hidden messages that I will never decode but that comforted me nonetheless.

The snow introduces us anew to nature, and the resulting silence between us speaks wonders.