Regardless of outcome from the “storm of the century” it was a day when all non-essential personnel were told to just stay home. No planes carved white paths through the sky, no vehicles lumbered by on the road below. There is a silence to a snowstorm unlike any other. Birds flitted down to the feeders for sustenance but wasted no breath on song.
It was a day for making snow angels,
rolling down tiny hills,
measuring depths,
starting all over again,
and playing like no one was watching.
It was a day of changing light and shapes.
It was the day the world took off…
Therapeutic Misadventures 
Glad you had some fun in the snow. I tried to find a shovel big enough to get all of this FL sunshine off the driveway, but it just kept slipping through.
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Not even going to reply to that one!!
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I was going to do a post on why it’s quieter in winter but the reasons were so complicated I gave up.
Even the local coffee shop closed yesterday even though we only got about 6 inches of snow.
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It is a deep silence and very otherworldly…
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We’ve yet to have a knock-down, drag-out winter storm this season. There’s an awful beauty to them, is there not? 🙂
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Indeed Julie, the beauty, during and after is something to behold!
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Our weather warnings brought about an inch of snow on a hill about fifteen miles from here. The buses all cut their routes short and panic ensued. All we had was slush! I like the silence of snow and the fresh crispness beofre anyone walks on it. It isn’t something I’ve seen often though.
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Ugghh, hate slush!
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