The first snow is always magical, isn’t it?
Early in the ‘event.’
And a bit later.
For a while, the rest of the world fades away. All the insanity, the stress, the anger, the hate, the intolerance, the bigotry, the misogyny, the cruelty, all of it fades away for a day and we are enveloped in wonder.
I don’t always recognize the world we’re living in. I don’t want to. But I recognize the beauty of a winter snowfall. I recognize the beauty of the sun coming up on a snowy Sunday morning.
And I recognize the smell of good things baking in the oven while the snow falls ever so softly outside the kitchen window.