I woke to snow, lovely snow. Snow that had me out to North Branch Nature Center on XC skis early, camera in hand. The air filled with snow. The sun a hard disc behind. Every tree outlined in white. Gusts of wind, so beautifully real, knocking the stuff off branches down my back. Who could ask for more?
Snowing harder by noon. Even lovelier. Big flakes floating. Back out again with Liz. On snowshoes this time. No where to get to. Just enjoying all the small, delightful moments this storm brought.
All this is easy, of course, knowing we have a warm home and a grandson who is doing well soon to be back home with his sister and parents. As I write this looking out the window—more snow and quite cold now—I know that is not the case for all of us. May grace fall upon us all like this snow.