kisses them so gently...

"Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality." - Andy Goldsworthy

Last night, my tiny slice of the world had a huge snowstorm. Earlier that day, in anticipation,  my village's schools (and most everything else) closed. Even Mr. G's office, he'd be working from home - snow day! We stocked up on the essentials (including a half case of Champange, bien sur); I planned a special 'Snow Day Menu' (post to come). I'm violently allergic to math and the cold but, late last night, in the thick of the snowstorm, I found myself watching the snow fall, entranced. It was so thick and pretty: crystals glinting in a moonless sky, illuminated by the lone streetlight outside my front window. I couldn't wait for morning to arrive; so I could go out and experience it, on the pond behind and in the fields that surround, my home. Of course I took my cameras with me...

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I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?" 

- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

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"In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy." William Blake

"And the sky is a hazy shade of winter." - the Bangles

The pond, fields, bridge, sky - all covered in a soft deep blanket of untouched snow - was so beautiful, bright, expansive, quiet. The cold, crisp air bracing and welcomed. It looked and felt like time had stopped, if only for a moment. Troubles and cares seemed so far away. Allergic to 'all that's cold-me,' gave way to the majesty of this otherworld moment. I couldn't help it, I didn't want to.

Vivre! Rire! Aimer!

Temple