I don’t often take walks in the morning but, when I do, it’s because of snow. Today was a real treat as I lucked into making the first tracks in last night’s snowfall ahead of the plow man.
I wish I had enough of a writers brain to properly express the profound feelings that cross me when I stand alone in the muffled quiet of a thick snowfall. We were formed to appreciate such things and it feels right when I connect with a wonder of life such as this.
