It snowed last night. Enough for the tree tops and boughs to glisten under this morning’s pale blue sky. All is calm in this perfect winter postcard, just like the Christmas Eves I used to know. And I dream of this peaceful feeling lasting beyond all the next mornings’ light.
There’s certainly a lot more to the holiday season than snowy images. But for some reason my Christmas memories wouldn’t be the same without recalling the quiet beauty of a landscape decorated with freshly fallen snow.