Snow

This is the view outside my window as I write this morning.

The snow just keeps falling...

It hasn't really stopped for a long while.

It's hauntingly silent as it reshapes the landscape.

You would think that the transformation would be obnoxiously loud and forceful because of the effect, but it's not.

Tiny, intricate crystals float out of the sky and remake our world, softening lines, painting over the harsh browns and greys of fields and forests with infinite shades of white.

The beauty of this drama unfolds unobtrusively and without fanfare, beckoning us to watch and be taught in the mesmerizing stillness of falling snow.