I woke up to find a world blanketed in snow this morning. There is something about the winter landscape – ethereal, hauntingly beautiful, silent, glistening, pristine. It makes a bare tree look stunning, covered in white; it makes a fire hydrant take on a new character of its own; it takes your breath away when you look up and see vast expanses of snow covered trees and untouched lawns covered in this white, fluffy stuff.
As I look out my window right now, I see a gust of wind sweep across the rooftops of the adjacent building and the snow flies into the wind like grains of sand – white, pure, clean. Sand dunes in white. My balcony is trimmed in white, and the blowing snow reminds me of what the desert must look like in a sand storm.
All things white and beautiful!
