we woke up on Saturday morning to a fresh blanket of white snow.
i went downstairs before anyone else was awake, sat on our window seat and marveled at it.
as much as i hate a winter of snow and ice, there really isn't anything as beautiful as a snowfall in the early morning. the way the light changes inside, the serene calm that pulses through the air. the tree branches balancing the snow so delicately on their branches, droopy under the weight.
wonder and awe.
T agreed with me as well.