Lovely tree bones

Tonight I took a walk in the freshly fallen snow. This was wet snow tonight, the kind I prefer for its creaky wooden floor sound made under your feet at you tread along.

It is difficult to explain how much I love the quiet, the peace, the serenity, the beauty and stillness that is snow. As I walked, I looked up and amidst the delicate clusters of white falling from the sky were the dark, stiff branches of the trees. On them, perfectly balanced, infinitely still and perfectly held together, were tiny crystal piles of snow. Imagine a warm summer day when you bury your hand in sand at the beach and then gently bring it up so that the only sand left on your hands is that which outlines the hidden surfaces of your bones; this, to me, resembles how the trees appeared tonight. This type of beauty is untouched, like a spider's web freshly-made, symmetrical with the surface it touches, like a perfectly choreographed ballet--only this ballet is between chemistry and physics.

You can hear the snow falling, not like rain...like fluffing sheets on a bed, the sound of one soft object floating down upon another of the same quality. I felt the cool crystals fall against my face, my eyelids, my tongue. I tasted the snow, and smelled it in the air.

Experiencing the snow is such an amazing awakening of the senses and soul. I suggest you get out there and live it yourself.