
Early in the month of February, a snow came.
That day, I watched as the flakes went from delicate tiny stars to big puffs, soft feathers. This was a perfect snow. Not too much. Just enough to be caught in tree limbs and thick enough on the ground to give our feet something to sink into.

When the night came, it could not be helped, I had to venture outside for a peek at the sparkling landscape. And so, camera and tripod in hand, I tip-toed across the front porch. The ambient light, captured in low hanging clouds, reflected moon-like from the rooftops. The silence of the eve was peaceful, like cotton.
This, I rarely see here, and so it had to be captured in some way. Appreciated, breathed in.
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