There's a certain kind of quiet that only comes with a heavy snowfall. This January morning, we woke up to just that, but with an added bit of drama. It wasn't a gentle dusting, but a blast of cold air and blowing snow that reduced the entire neighborhood to a series of soft, blurry shapes.
The view out the window was a constantly shifting curtain of white, obscuring the familiar sights of the backyard. It's the kind of day that makes you grateful for a warm house and a hot cup of coffee.
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| A cold January morning, with the snow blowing off the neighbor's roof. |
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| Looking through the trees into the blur. Visibility: not much. |
Wherever you are today, I hope you are warm, safe, and enjoying the view.
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