First snow
On Wednesday, the first snow of the year fell; I feel very blessed as I was on the front seat of a bus, on the last leg of my trip home from Ireland, looking straight out the window as it started falling. I didn't immediately realise what it was - couldn't be rain, couldn't be hailstones - was it... bits of paper? nuclear fallout? - then that it was snow dawned.
Today, we got our second, and, depending on how you count, third snow. And this was far better: it stuck, and people came in to the coffee shop (Taste) where I was working every so often looking sheepish and relieved and lightly dusted with big flakes.
On the way home from Taste, along Lade Braes, that beautiful forest path that leads more or less completely and directly from where I live to town, the snow was soft and fairly thick almost the whole way, and its whiteness meant that it reflected the slight moonlight and lit up the path, making the walk a surprisingly straightforward affair. And, of course, beautiful.
Today, we got our second, and, depending on how you count, third snow. And this was far better: it stuck, and people came in to the coffee shop (Taste) where I was working every so often looking sheepish and relieved and lightly dusted with big flakes.
On the way home from Taste, along Lade Braes, that beautiful forest path that leads more or less completely and directly from where I live to town, the snow was soft and fairly thick almost the whole way, and its whiteness meant that it reflected the slight moonlight and lit up the path, making the walk a surprisingly straightforward affair. And, of course, beautiful.