Waking to the sight of the first snow glistening as it blankets the ground. Everything draped in the pure white of the snow. No step trodden yet. The fluffy snowflakes floating each their own. Landing in unison to form layer upon layer. Inch upon inch. Feet upon feet. Until the entire scene beyond the front door is a crisp, clean, wondrous sight. A cardinal flys landing on a snow covered branch. The red of the cardinal so vibrant against the white of the snow. A hot cup of coffee in hand. Looking out the window, taking in the first snow.
– Jamie Whorton ©