Post Storm Views

It was difficult to refer to it as a storm. It was so quiet. No roaring winds or angry-looking trees. It fell slowly over a twenty-hour period. Sometimes large lazy flakes gently drifting downwards. Other times smaller more determined flakes taking a straighter, more direct route. It was still falling when we crawled in bed last night; and I, after a surprisingly good night’s sleep, something that is rare, woke up anxious in an excited way to see the result.

And what a beautiful result…

… one that I got to enjoy from the comfort of my cozy home now that my heat pump is fixed. It only took 6 months.

Gotta love virgin snow. Especially when you’re warm and you don’t have to drive in it.

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  1. We had a similar soft floofy quiet “storm” here yesterday, too. The pristine snow in the pink dawn was quite wonderful. I’m still boycotting “outside” but I can appreciate the beauty from “in here.” :)

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  2. That last statement is probably the truest words ever spoken! But, despite hating winter, I do love snow (like you say now I don’t have to drive to work) and enjoy either walking or sledging in it – or even just looking at it. All that lovely, soft, thick whiteness. Great photos! made me smile

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