I enjoyed taking a walk in the falling snow this morning, first white stuff of the season by my count. It’s easy to forget in the wonderment at the marvelous little flakes that they are composed entirely of water, destined to return to liquid, to streams, to rivers, to the sea. Water captures our attention dramatically in its varied forms, in between long periods of being taken rather for granted…
Here in Virginia, snow seems predisposed to melt on contact with the ground, much to the dismay of us hopeful souls with cross country skis stored in the basement! It makes the “real” snows all the more memorable. Here’s looking back at last winter’s beauty and hoping for a little like this before spring.