I stood in the falling snow last night and felt the cold air press up against my face. I love nights like these where the world comes to a stop and a deep natural silence fills the dark backdrop of the sky. Shadows bending over snow banked hills, warm breath evaporating into icy air. The smell of wood burning in hot bricked fireplaces. The hypnotizing patterns of spinning snow particles giving an unusual depth to empty space. A sensation of knowing your atmosphere intimately.
The world can become so mysteriously quiet when the weather has its way. No cars, no people, no noise. All the dividing features of the landscape hidden under a single thick white blanket of snow. Harsh angular lines replaced by soft gradual curves. A virgin pasture born from the sky.
The weather and time of day, what powerful effect they have on perception. What marvels they bring to the senses.
I stood in the falling snow last night and felt the cold air press up against my face. I love nights like these where the world comes to a stop and a deep natural silence fills the dark backdrop of the sky. Shadows bending over snow banked hills, warm breath evaporating into icy air. The smell of wood burning in hot bricked fireplaces. The hypnotizing patterns of spinning snow particles giving an unusual depth to empty space. A sensation of knowing your atmosphere intimately.
The world can become so mysteriously quiet when the weather has its way. No cars, no people, no noise. All the dividing features of the landscape hidden under a single thick white blanket of snow. Harsh angular lines replaced by soft gradual curves. A virgin pasture born from the sky.
The weather and time of day, what powerful effect they have on perception. What marvels they bring to the senses.