Yesterday I wrote about rain. So it seems only fitting, especially as winter is just around the corner, that today I write about snow. Usually the mere thought of snow makes me think, “Yuck”. But there are moments when even I can appreciate its beauty.
Like the first snowfall of the season. Before cars have driven through it, and left their tracks. Before people and dogs have walked through it, leaving theirs. When it’s still pristine. Untouched. Unmarked. Pure white.
Glistening in the sunlight, just as if what we were really looking at, were scoops and scoops