A little night snow


It's been showing softly all day and I didn't even notice until I looked out the window before going to bed. Not a patch on the East coast right now, but I wanted to capture that silent dreamlike landscape just as it is now. In the front, all the evergreen boughs are heavily laden with their freight of white, swaying and dipping, strained almost to their limit but pulled back each time by the anchored trunk. Safe.

We are all safe in here, too, tucked away in our separate dens watched over by cats, by glowing glass owls, by heavy glass doors protecting but allowing the winter magic in.

Good night.