When snow first falls, it is so beautiful. The way it silently lies on structures and creates new forms and images. Fresh snow is so pure and reminds me that miracles can happen every day only if my eyes are truly open.
We had a snow storm a few weeks back. As we were driving back from a concert, the roads weren’t even plowed. The snow was so heavy that the limbs of trees were touching down towards the ground creating new forms. I rolled down the window and the world was so silent. Magical.