Snow

I felt the cool pricks of the first snowflakes on my face as I walked to my yoga training this morning. The snow was starting to accumulate on the roads, enough to feel squishy underfoot.

We watched the snow fall throughout the day, coating the tops of the tree branches outside the window with an ever-thickening layer.  Seldom heavy, but steady hour after hour.

By the time I walked home, 8 inches or so covered the ground.

In the bush outside our door, the snow had piled up in flat-topped pyramid shapes between the bare branches.