Ice on the River, part 2

I slept in a bit this morning--first time in a while--just felt like I deserved it. Anyway, when I went into the kitchen and looked out the window, I found my world covered in a blanket of white.

Deep inside, I smiled happily. Snow. Think, lovely, fluffy snow.

It fell last night while I was sleeping, and unlike most times when it snows, it fell silently. No wind howling outside. No creaks of the house because it was cold and settling. Just...silence. I spent 20 mintues pushing the fluffy stuff off the drive and sidewalks, brushed off the cars, and was ready to go...

So, today, when I went over the bridge, I looked down at the river, and the ice was open in places, the leeds dark against the crisp white. And as quickly as I saw it, I was past.

I love snows like this, uniform and trackless, crisp virgin white. I know that by the time I go home tonight, most of it will have dulled from the shit dropping out of the air, and someone will have taken their snowmobile across the open fields.

But, I still have the memory of the unsullied snow...the leeds...the peace that fel with the snow.