Holy wah! Would you believe that yesterday I was running around in sandals? Seriously. There was no snow on the ground. This is what I awoke to this morning.
I think what I like most about snow is that it is so quiet. While I was sleeping, my world silently transformed into Winter Wonderland.
Before sunrise, on my way to stoke the fire in the woodboiler, everything feels Clean. Fresh. Pure. An illusion, but still, a moment to savor.
Tangled strings of Christmas lights in a primitive well bucket cast a celestial glow in the woodshed.
It is a perfect winter morning: Fresh Copper Country air and the crackle of burning logs.