It started snowing last night, steady and silent, coating everything slowly but steadily. It continued through most of the night, I am told, and covered everything in sight, lush and pristine, softening the city sounds to a quiet hush.
People bundled up, eyes peeking out, trudged past me on their way to work as I walked to my car, snow crunching underfoot steady as a heartbeat.
From the relative warmth of my car, I watched as more snow drifted down lazily.
I am told that more will be falling.
Tall trees bare no more with the fluffy snow perched on top like birds, everything a little bit eerie, a little bit quiet. Lanky, rangy sentinels taciturn in their straight honor guard rows.
I drive past slowly and marvel.