Brutal, messy, frigid, long – all descriptions befitting (some) winter days. But when I wake and look out the window to see the first snowfall, pure and unblemished, when all sounds are muffled by the blanket of snow and nature twinkles in the sun – I don’t think anything else brings me closer to a feeling of peace.
And if the atmosphere is particularly heavy with water vapor when the temperature drops we get hoarfrost, when the ice crystals are large …
And stunningly beautiful.
Jake’s Sunday Post is: Peaceful