Those images are beautiful, and deeply meaningful, Soosie. A season's first snow, and all the hope it brings. Laid across the mountains, in troughs and valleys.
I have an indelible image of first snows, pristine; forever set in my mind and heart.
Watching, waiting, for the first sign of winter and Santa's approach.
Across a grassy field of green, above the pines, it happened: a single wisp of white drifted out of the heavens, to settle like a diamond unspoiled, onto green. And another, a moment later.
Suddenly, in wondrous sleight of hand, they faded in. Outnumbering us school children by the thousands; suspended in their slow motion descent, as we grasped at them, starry eyed.
