There’s something quietly perfect about walking in fresh snow. The crunch under each step. The small, soft spray that lifts and drifts away like powder. And that sharp, beautiful contrast – white snow against everything that hasn’t been claimed by it yet.

We haven’t had much snow these past few winters, at least not the kind that stays long enough to feel real. So when it does arrive, even briefly, I appreciate it. It slows life down a few notches and gives us time to listen…