It's 11:00 PM and we're getting our first snow of the season. It's one of those easy, floaty kind. No wind and it's nearly thirty degrees (F), so you hardly notice the cold until you've been out there for awhile and then you see your breath in front of you. I remember the first snow of the year last year was like this, too, and Romie and I went for a walk in it, around midnight.
It's a special, ethereal feeling, walking down the road in the dark like that. Dark, yet even a crescent moon provides enough light to see by as it's reflected off the pristine white ground. The only sound you can hear is the muted squeak of your boots as you are the first one to make impressions in the new snow. The air is crisp and smells as clean as if God created it just that very second. We walked along for awhile, neither of us saying much, just relishing the peacefulness that wrapped its arms around us. We returned home and snuggled down to sleep in our warm bed.
Just now, I took Boo and Luna out to the pool house for the night, then returned to the house for my camera. The new lights on the pergola shone down on the thin layer of snow on the ground creating a romantic glow. I could have stood there for a lot longer were it not for my nose getting colder.
Tomorrow morning will bring a winter wonderland and I'll go out with camera in hand to see if I can capture some of it. As much as I dislike winter, there's something magical about the first snow . . .