I don't suffer from insanity... I enjoy every minute of it!

The first snow of the season to stick is upon us--with gusto! :)

I may hate being cold, but I love snow. It's so beautiful, tragic, and peaceful. My thought is that is the weather is going to be cold enough to support snow, it should have the decency to look pretty too--and too cold for snow is far too cold to be allowed!

But the snow itself is absolutely enchanting, especially at night. The facets of the snowflakes catch every gleam of light from both moon and stars, or from any light nearby, and reflect it a hundredfold back into the crisp night air. The shadows that chance to play upon the surface of such a luminous substance are of a different quality than the average darkness; they are deeper, and seem to hide more within them. Edges are sharper, at least the edges between light & dark are--however, the outlines of everything else are oddly blurred, gentled even. Snow seems to bring with it a quiet, every sound is absorbed, softened, and returned to the ears less harsh than it otherwise would have been.

Yet, behind this beauty is a danger, and a sorrow. The lifespan of a single snowflake is so very short--but each is an individual; once it has departed it can never again be seen. A fresh snowfall welcomes into its embrace all who live within its realm, but such an embrace should be returned but briefly. If the enchantress tempts the unwary, they may well fall into a sleep that they never awaken from.

Anyhoo... random musings about snow. :)